Captain's Log, 20100531 0355 hours.
Slithering around early this morning or very late this night, ever the case may be, I tried to gather some inspiration for today's entry. I concluded nothing more than to write exactly what I thought about, change. As we all know change is very hard for most of us, but if its one thing that my job has taught me it's that things can go from hunky dory to complete and utter shitstorm in a matter of milliseconds. I've had to learn a multitude of other things in the same breath but adaptation seems to be the one thing that rings useful most times. So many changes have come for me since the last time that I mustered the stamina to throw the only two cents that I have in to the blogging community. I learned that making someone that you care about happy can bring such a sense of accomplishment. The lovely young lady that I wrote about a few weeks ago and I are still, "
Talking," and I've never in my life felt the sense of fullness of heart that I feel when I hear that sweet voice telling me all about her day. The day doesn't seem complete without telling her that I hope she has sweet dreams.
These past 2 weekends have been quite the workout for the liver. Last weekend I had the opportunity to partake in the First Annual Dirty South Tour with my brother-in-law and his younger brother who is still a year my senior. The weekend started on Thursday with a round of captain's choice golf at the Longwood University course in a little dot on the map known as Farmville. (No not the
Farmville on
Facebook, stay with me here folks.) After our early morning outing we had quite a little jaunt down to Greensboro North Carolina, for a little single A baseball action at Grasshopper Park, downtown. Luckily it just so happened to be dollar beer night, and ever luckyER after a 6 dollar ticket all I had left was a fist full of singles. This park was amazing as it had a bar in the outfield which is right up my alley as I'm not so much in to baseball as a rule. After the game the three of us decided to head even further down in downtown. Who's idea it was to get in a vehicle with 3 of the most random girls that we could have picked I still dont know but in any event we ended up at
Natty Greens which just so happens to have some amazing craft beers. Early Friday morning it was time for a quick ride out to Charlotte for another 18 holes at
Rocky Ridge just beside
Charlotte Motor Speedway. (formerly known as Lowes Motor Sweedway) 18 holes later and a few
PBRs deeper it was time for a little NASCAR Campingworld Truck Series at the illustrious Charlotte Motor Speedway but not before 2 bottles of
Orange Jubilee MD 20/20 and an 8 piece meal from
Bojangles. There happened to be quite the rain delay giving plenty of time for a few of our other buddies from Georgia and Richmond to catch up and make it to the race. The race was eventually run around midnight, I dont remember who won..... guess that ol' Mad Dog got a hold of me. Saturday seemed to be a day of recuperation for the night ahead at The Madhouse otherwise known as Bowman Gray Stadium located in downtown Winston-Salem near the campus of Winston-Salem Sate University. This too was an evening of debauchery and fried bologna sandwiches. We returned to the north that Sunday. It was the most fun I think I've ever had over the course of 4 days. The weekend was totally worth working the 7 days straight of 12 hour night shifts in order to make it happen.
This weekend was a bit more low key but fun never the less. Friday night I decided to treat myself for a night on the town, all by my lonesome. I always end up meeting people no matter where I go, whether or not I want to. I started the night around 9ish at
Jack Brown's Beer and Burger Joint the home of the famous Jack Brown's Elvis Burger and the 100 Notch Club. Then on to
Finnigan's Cove a dive bar if there ever was one. Go for the $1.50 Jello Shots, 6 dollar 7 and 7's, and smokey atmosphere. Stay for the Crab Dip and Mini Corn Dogs located on the late night menu. It became apparent to me after about 3 drinks and a rather interesting conversation with one of the most regular of the regulars at this place that I oughta' be going as she proceeded to vomit violently into her purse and scream about how Jesus, himself got her off of heroine. Just a short hop up the street sits
Dave's Downtown Taverna, a Harrisonburg Institution. I decided to make that my next destination. Stayed for a quick pint of
Smithwicks and met some boys from out in, "
The Branch." We had quite the banter about, "Peanuts," which I guess must mean moonshine, as they swiftly corrected me when I said something about White Lightning. I ended the night right where I began. I caught the late night shuttle from my apartment complex back to my little slice of heaven. Saturday, Mom and I went to the 10th Annual
Valleyfest at Massanutten hosted by the Harrisonburg Chamber of Commerce, A collaborative effort of wine and beer vendors and enthusiasts from all over the country. Saturday night was spent with some very new, dear friends across town. My current love interest was in attendance, and I was able to spend some very much needed quality time with just her. I spent Sunday sleeping off the night before and engaging in casual chit-chat with my beauty queen.
These past few weeks where I have been incommunicado have been the best in recent memory. It's really too bad that this week will consist of 5 days of 12 hour shifts full of vehicle pursuits, structure fires and no doubt, with the holiday today there will be some backyard domestic, disorderly brawls involving spatulas, shotgun weddings, brats and tongs. But it sure will make for some interesting fun reading/writing.
Have a wonderful week and try to put me out of work by not doing anything too stupid.....tell your friends too.
-Dontcallmeradio
