National Fuck-Off Day

My buddy Mike and I coined a new to us phrase/activity. The concept is as simple as the name. National Fuck-Off Day. I'm sure you get the gist of it. Basically, it's a day of no labor, no wives and no kids. We made the attempt today after a long day/night of drinking yesterday. It went quite well, as the wives took the kids to the carnival and Mike and I stayed at my place with a cooler full of beer and nobody else in sight. Problem being though, as delicious as the thought was we got bored. Guys don't have the chit-chat ability that the skirts do, unless we're really fucked up. We did do our best to get trashed, we played ladder ball and we watched the neighbor duder rip up his driveway and roll it. Then I kicked Mike's ass in a friendly game of pool. We ended up putting in some solar lights that I bought earlier today up on the deck, then we drank some more. Then the wives and kids came home and Mike heated up leftovers from yesterday's gig. The fool. I watched and laughed, until Buzzcut called looking for a ride home from the carnival. Then I got to drive intoxicated on this holiest of all days. Apparently, all worked out as you are hearing about it, and I'm not typing this from some jail cell while playing the part of Leon's Bitch.

All in all, a good weekend was had by all!