Now It's Monday

Father's Day is over and now it's time to get back to the grind. I hope all the dads had a nice day. I know I did.

I had gotten home late Saturday night from doing a couple shows at a club in Merrilville, Indiana. I know you're jealous, but let it go. The shows were fine, but I'm finding that I have much less patience for drunk hillbillies than I used to. The club is in a hotel with one of those domed pool areas. It's all done up with a tropical theme. Who are they fooling? You can close your eyes and pretend you're in Maui, but when you open your eyes, you realize you're only a couple miles from Gary and you want to put a gun in your mouth. "Wife" and "Daughter" let me sleep late (10:30) and then gave me some wonderful Father's Day gifts. I got two sweet throw-back White Sox jerseys. "Wife" had given one to me last week before I went to the game, and they surprised me with the second one. Truth be told, I had picked these jerseys out and told "Wife" where to find them on the web. This is actually the best way for me to get gifts. I basically buy them myself, and then my loving family gives them to me. I'm happy, they're happy, everybody wins.

Knowing that I am a fan of cinema, "Wife" and "Daughter" then asked if I would like to go to a movie. I was overcome with joy when I found out it didn't have to be the latest animated product placement fest, but a somewhat grown up movie. I say somewhat because we saw "X-Men 3". I found out that apparently a lot of dads are into mutants. I think if I were a mutant I would be "Le Pew". My power would be the ability to emit noxious odors that render my enemies powerless. The movie was good and Halle Berry can whip a hurricane up for me any time.

We ended the day at my mom's house. My youngest brother had invited us all there for dinner. He is an award winning Bar-B-Que man and had smoked ribs, Italian sausage and chicken. It turned out to be rather pleasant. All my brothers were there and there were no fights. That could be due in large part to the fact that I was the only one who had a beer. The rest of them were guzzling designer soda pop. Man, have times changed.

My day of rest and honor is over and I'm off to pick up the dog pooh. What a difference a day makes. Later...Brian