Pick-of-the-Week

Here they are, in random order...

#1. Matt and I were sitting in his car at Coulon Park, gazing out at the sunset while lightly people watching. From around a corner of bushes comes a generational family of men from a long day of apparent fishing. Grandpa has run up ahead and around the corner from the rest of the boys, and decided on a sneaky idea to scare the crap out of the grandsons. We see him hunch down on the far side of the bushes, on a hill, and get in full pounce position. We stop our conversation to watch the ensuing excitement. Here they come. With a smirking twinkle in his eye, Grandpa rubs his hands together in scheming anticipation. We lean in closer and watch the plot unfold.

As the dad and kids round the bush, Grandpa goes to lunge at them with a growl, when suddenly he trips on something, lurches forward, crashes face-first, and then continues in an accidental and devestating summersault down toward the feet of the children. As it was quickly established that no hips were broken, the father and children burst out in uproarious laughter with pointing fingers and cradled stomachs. And poor grandpa just sat rubbing his head trying to explain why he was doing handsprings from behind a bush.


#2:

Mexican dinner menu: "Flour tortilla filled with chicken or beer"

We ordered at least 8 beer filled tortillas, but were asked to leave after getting crazy drunk and having a pinto bean fight.