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Thursday, October 6, 2011

one tequila, two tequila, three tequila...

today was yet ANOTHER of the infamous margarita dinners i have with my dad.  this time my brother and Anthony were along, and we decided to go to The Singing Oak.

The Singing Oak is fucking kick-ass.  here, watch ze video, that will give you a good idea of what it's like.

so, our drunken selves wanted to know if we could reach one of the lowest-hanging clangers on the biggest set of pipes...

first, we tried jumping.  not even.
THEN dad decided it would be a great idea to try to get one of us on his shoulders...
he completely failed with my brother, and then we decided to try with me...
he backed up against the tree, and i attempted.  take one.
he leaned forward suddenly, i accidentally kicked him in the head, and the next thing i knew i was flat on my back on some tree roots, staring up at the sky.  i just laughed my ass off, and lay there for a bit.  believe it or not, i was kinda comfy.  (see: drunk.)

have i mentioned at this point, that while my dad is tall, he is also only about 50-60 pounds heavier than me?  and 60?

but of course, our drunken selves were NOT about to give up that easily.  so we tried again. this time the shoulder mount actually worked, wonder of wonders!  we walked over to the clanger, and...
we were six (6!!! really??!?!) inches too short to reach the damn clanger.
so what did we do, instead?  say, give up?  decide to get more drinks?
ohhhhhh, no.  not us!

and that is how i found myself to be covered in grass, throwing my shoes at a tree.  which was my dad's idea.

we = special.

1 comment:

Lilscorpiosweetie said...

Sounds like a hella good time.