So now it’s time to go home, shower and get out to Vaughn’s party (volleyball organizer). Great party. Half volleyballers, half Jaycees made for an interesting evening. And then there was the black light. This is where the ladies found out that any spec of lint, detergent or dirt would instantly show up for all to see on dark colors. Black shirts were definitely a sore spot. But it was also Johnnie’s birthday and he was a bit drunk. Dance Johnnie, dance.

And now we’re off to Chris’s pad for the triple birthday celebration (Carol Anne, OD and Grim). People are already drunk off bad beer and my roommate is scaring the new guy. Poor bastard never stood a chance really. This was fun party until I realized I could no longer feel my feet. And I couldn’t stay awake. So there I am passed out on the couch. In and out of consciousness for two hours, someone finally tells me to drive home.

We make it home and now I sleep for real finally. Ummm, good. Which means it’s time for disc golf. Again with the heat. Except this time it hurts instantly as I have a nice all over burn going on. Ugh. Crappy round to say the least. Hell, I can even move my arms. So now I get to ride in the back of my own truck. WTF? But I finally get something to eat and now we’re off to go help Carol Anne with softball practice?

I don’t even know anymore. We finally get there, then out to the field. Where, guess what, it’s hot as hell still. I don’t know much about softball but it was fun to watch CA get all mad. And why were we playing on gravel? Damn, that’s a tough league!

So payment for this ‘tough love’ practice was dinner. Now Kimmy returns so the five of us have some good fun there. Again with the pillows. But the good thing was the guys were all told how to dress, we learned there’s an awful lot of guys around here not putting out, and we even brought back great childhood songs like, "If you sprinkle when you tinkle, please be neat and wipe the seat." And of course we spent a good deal of time talking about boobs and what we’d do to certain members of "Friends".

Which is why I thought I’d be glad when Monday finally rolled around. Except I’m still hot, my feet still hurt and I’m at work, which can never be good. It wasn’t even 8:15 and already I had a near death experience. So I go to get my Mountain Dew out of the 5^th floor vending machine (I’m on the 6^th floor but all we have is Coke). Dollar in, push button, change drops, drink drops. So far so good.

Until I see Bugzilla in the hole. This was basically a stink bug the size of my head, walking around near my can. Then on the can. Dammit. Now I don’t like bugs to begin with, much less ones that can carry me off and eat me later. So of course I’m looking around for a cattle prod. I find some newspaper and start to plan my attack. Which is exactly why this babe came in at that moment.

I don’t think I could’ve looked more manly. Obviously in terror and swatting a drink machine with a newspaper. Damn I’m sexy. However, quickly realizing I definitely have no shot with her but still have a reasonable shot with the Dew, I return to the attack. Eventually I am victorious (hurray for opposable thumbs) and on my way. And since I couldn’t think of any better lines than, "so, you got anything infested you want me to swat?", I just walked away.