Well, I was really looking forward to Pat's input on the last posting. However, if I don't get it posted soon Meth will have his trip posted before I even finish mine.
Monday came like a sweet and sour packet from McDonalds. It was sweet that I was still there, but thoughts of leaving the next day bothered me throughout the day. After some Count Chocula, we went out to play some basketball. You can't be in Indiana without playing some basketball or you should get an ass kicking. I should mention that it was hot and humid. I never experienced such hot from a partly cloudy morning. Yes I have. What the heck am I thinking? We played good basketball for two guys who have not picked up a ball in weeks or months or time. The time thing is a reference to Al Davis the owner/dictator of the Oakland Raiders. He made a similar comment about Lane Kiffin and his lack of loyalty to the organization. Anyway, we matched up pretty good. When the sun came out from behind the cooling clouds it shot up about 200 degrees. We stopped and hung out in the shade, drank Gatorade, and talked until the sun went away. You might have seen some photos of our adventure on the Woolgathering? It was a lot of fun even though Pat got the best of me.
When I got back to the split level, I was eyeballing Trista's bathtub. Most people would never ask to take a bath in a bubbly tub after basketball they would rather take a shower. Not me brothers! I optioned for the tub. To find out, nobody as ever used the tub before except Trista and Molly. Pat himself has never used the great tub of bubbles before. I was in there for about 45 minutes with the jets blowing. I did wash and wipe down the tub when I was done. It was the least that I could do. Meth, if you have the balls to ask to use it you have to do it. It is luxury and good all in one fragile bubble.
After my soaking I asked Pat to give me a tour of the town. He was afraid to go anywhere because he didn't want to run into anybody he knew from work. He feared that they would bust him for calling in sick. So he drove me all over the outskirts of town. I didn't realize that Terre Haute was a small town in the country. I saw more corn fields around T.H. then on my to Indiana. I should mention that I saw a oil pump not far from Pat's house. Sarah Palin a.k.a. Pat is one hell of a tour guide let me tell you. I been on that road to nowhere and the bridge is just as silly as the road.
One time at when we were all in the van, Pat swerved into a parking lot because he saw a UPS truck. He pretended to have seen an animal. Well that's what he told us when we got whiplash from his maneuver. He latter told me that he thought that it was the same UPS guy who delivers to he store. He was a nervous wreck. He was like me at Dan's house with my car sitting outside on the street.
We eventually drove past the training facility for the Colts. pat said, "Do you want to go to training camp?" I said, "Alright." When we pulled up to the parking guy Pat looked over and was looking for me to pay the parking. I gave him five dollars. He continued to look at me and wanted another five dollars. I said, "What the hell! I am paying all of the fee?" He just respond with something like well I already seen them and if you don't want to see them then we can go. After being driven all over the outskirts of T.H. I felt that I had to do something worth while. It took me about an hour or two to get that out of my system. I was complaining about that none stop. Down ten bucks, I got within 20 feet of Tony Dungy that was it. Screw training camp.
For supper we went to Cheeseburger's in Paradise. I didn't hear one darn Jimmy Buffet song. It was good food with great company. Well great until Pat froze. He saw a girl from his work roll in and was elusive in conversation afterwards. He slammed his food and was frozen until we got to the car. The three of us were looking at him shut down and we ate our food so that we could get unfrozen caveman bookstore guy back to the split level. Once back we played some bags and had a good talk and some fun times.
We made another trip to the pool. Had a great time swimming with Molly and splashing Pat. He took some photos at the pool too as you may recall. After the pool, we hung out and waited for the family to go to bed before things got crazy. Just kidding! Pat and I recorded a song that I always wanted to get recorded. I have to say that it sounds really good. Pat did a great job getting me to put my best voice forward. Thanks Pat!
By this time it was getting late. To bed? Hell no. We had more to do before this weekend of nonstop excitement came to an end. We watched a documentary called the Notorious Bette Paige. Very interesting film.
The weekend can be summed up in three small words: IT WAS GREAT!
23 comments:
Oh god. MT and his half-assed attempts at ducking authority. Better perhaps to have left town altogether than live in fear the whole day.
20ft from Tony Dungy. MY GOD! Too bad it wasn't Tony Danza.
Good times - though I no longer remember what month this trip took place in.
July! French Fry. Glad to see you get what I mean about paralyzed/ frozen Gibbons.
exaggerated of course, but based in some truth
when we played ball - I did not hide in the bushes once when the helicopters from Dublin came...
UPS was a different story. Clog was attracted by the brownness - like Frodo and the lights - I saved his ass!
Crab wine!
Don't let Gibbons lead you astray. He wants to take the focus off himself and thrust brown poop stories at you to get you off his path.
We avoided the downtown area like it was the black death. My neck still hurts thinking about the fast turn we had when UPS was too close.
I also ate at Taco Bell. I don't recall writing that in my earlier posts.
Gibbs was a great host. His frozen state on Monday was just another brick in the wall of one heck of an adventure. I would not trade it for another day. Why? Because it was ours and ours alone. Thanks my scared man friend! You ROCK in my book!
I wonder where we will hide out when I'm there?
Probably doesn't matter as most time will be spent sitting on the couch listening to The talking Heads.
Under the covers probably?
thoughts:
- A visitor to Terre Haute (or Cedar Falls) has to bear the extra burden of some not-fully-disclosed paranoia/nervous wreck dampening the mood of the host? No way!!!
- Let's see: Pat "happens" to drive to the Colts' facility, waits for T-Clog to pay for himself; then says he needs to pay Pat's fee cause "I've already been there?" Wow - unless there's seriously another side to that story - I gotta say - I'm siding with T-Clog on this one. I think I would have been stewing for awhile, as well. Except, upon nearing the facility, I would have said, "Keep on drivin', me friend."
- Pat's never used his own jet tub? In three years? That's insane!!!
I am disappointed. Cory smelled a tiny bit of blood and went for it. For a few moments of paranoia . . .
As far as the Dungy thing. I never insisted that we go there, he wanted to drive by - we were not there to see anything. I've been there before anyway. As we got deeper in we had to pay for the parking - I did not have the cash on me. Hmmm...I wonder if that has ever happened before. I'll gladly pay the $5 - good lord, I did not realize that it was such a big deal and it is unfortunate.
Listen! This is all in good humor. I loved how the weekend turned out. Without the paranoid Monday it would not be the same. There was just a miscommunication about the Colt's camp. Have fun. Nobody is a bad guy. Gibbs is a top notch host and I will take him with all of his quirks. Lord knows that I have mine.
PS- Don't drop any blood around me. I,m a shark! :)
ah - the untold story: "he (T-Clog) wanted to drive by"
That's the piece that was missing from the original recounting.
Well, we can certainly see how the he said/she said of the political season can lead us down slope of suspicion, misunderstanding, and fear.
I think Cory's original post was just meant to recount a tale in as fun a way as possible. Sounds like it was a great trip.
I loved the visit - had an excellent time - really good to see him
I just needed to refute the accusation. I did not make Cory pay for something on account of my already having been there. THat would be awful hosting. When Dan "sided" with Cory because of the flinging of untruths - I had to act.
Wait a minute. The facts are coming out in a scewed fashion. I was truthful in my account. I will testify that Gibbs never made me do anything. It was filled with assumptions and our communication was mixed up.
Gibbs brought it up that the Colt's were in town for trainning camp and that we were not that far away. I thought that since I have never seen an NFL game or a real life NFL football player that I should at some point experience this. Trainning camp was the closest that I might ever come to seeing an NFL game so I was a little excited.
Now keep in mind that I had no idea what to expect and Gibbs has been here before. When we pulled in I realized that you had to pay for parking. Didn't know this until we were close to the people who were taking money. Pat asked if we wanted to continue. I was still processing what was happening and my excitement for the NFL was clouding my better judgement. I told Pat that I would like to continue. The guy told us it was ten dollars. I gave Pat a five and expected to roll right in. He turned back to me and was looking for the rest. In his mind he must have been thinking that since Clogger really wanted to do this he was alright with paying the entire amount. Why would I pay again to see something that I seen already? I was thinking, What? I didn't know we had to pay and nowe I am paying for it all? IT happened so fast and I was already commited so I payed it and complained for about two to three hours. At no time did Pat make me do this. It was just two different people on two different pages. I don't want him to give me five dollars because as I look back on it makes for a good Pat and Clogger story. To me it is worth more than ten dollars. Hell, I got to see TD in real life. I was hoping that he would see my Minnesota shirt and make a gesture towards me.
Crazy adventure that had a few twists. I am not trying to make Gibbs look bad in telling this, but I do want to rib him a bit for it. I can't wait to hear the crazy stories that emerge from Meth's trip to the Hoosier State.
10 dollars!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!
Again, I did not have the cash on me - I would never have expected you to pay the whole amount simply because I had been there before. When I had been there before, I parked for free a little ways away from campus - I did not realize parking cost $10. As Cory was complaining about it later I honestly did not know that he was after me because he felt as though I made him pay the whole amount, I thought, instead, that he was complaining collectively with me and joking with me at the humor behind paying $10 simply for a glimpse of TD.
Maybe I should just stop blogging. I am looking like an ass and making Gibbs to be an ass too. Not what I am trying to do. I was not after you at all. It was a moment of confusion for me as I gave up ten dollars instead of five. I thought that you were in your bounds completely. I don't know how this is turning into anything dealing with money. Gibbs owes me nothing. The tone of Gibbs posts indicates that I am after him. Let me tell you that this is not the case. I had nothing but good times. How did I post anything that said other wise. You give a guy a hard time and you spend countless hours trying to appologize for it. I am sorry for any miscommunication on this topic. Damn it!
Sometimes it seems that the only one who can get made fun of in this small group is me. Everyone else hates it when they are given a hard time. Laugh at yourselves once in awhile. Life is way to short.
I didn't think anything of it until Dan wrote,
"Wow - unless there's seriously another side to that story - I gotta say - I'm siding with T-Clog on this one. I think I would have been stewing for awhile, as well."
I took that, perhaps, more seriously than I should have - for that I am sorry - but it did cause me to think about what was being said. I'm not blaming Dan, but the way I read his words caused me to suddenly feel ill about the whole situation.
Cory, I totally agree that life is way too short, but I could not stand by and let what he insinuated go on by.
You complete me! :)
You had me at I!
Gentlemen: I think I read/interpreted/assumed somewhat hastily after T-Clog's initial post, PLUS...(truth be told) since T-Clog often seem to get the short end of the stick on these such recountings, I thought I'd show him a little love.
I don't think anyone comes out of this situation looking bad.
I can see T-Clog (as I could see myself in the same situation, though it should be noted that no one could drag me within five miles of an NFL training camp) coming out of the situation down $10 and feeling like it wasn't what he'd bargained for.
I can see Gibbs being asked by T-Clog to swing by training camp, not having any cash on hand, and being asked by the guy to fork over $10 for parking.
As I said, no one looks bad. And it looks like you guys have pretty near total agreement in the recounting of the tale, which is something.
It's all good.
one last rumination, though, T-Clog: you are more sensitive when you're blogging than when you're in person. It's a fact.
Thanks for the love. It is true because the stupid computer is a damn machine. You can' get accurate voice and tone from just words alone. Well not most people anyway. Pluse the converstation that just went down would have been a non issue because we would have discussed it in a matter seconds or minutes. On the computer things can fester and it is sometimes days between comments. When they are not understood in the author's tone or voice they are like poison arrows that shoot right through a person. I agree that I am more sensitive as a blogger, but this is why.
I appreciate you stating the fact that I usually do get the short end of the stick in gatherings and stories of long ago. Thanks again for the love.
Know this my friends, just because I am more sensitive as a blogger doesn't mean you can get in my pants. :)
Well, then I take back everything I said.
TClog - what you seem to be unable to comprehend after all these years is that NOTHING we have to say to one another is ever meant to be mean. Your stewing over comments is crazy. Do you really think we're really down on you? Take heart - we are truly on your side, even if we razz you.
MT and TCLog - the masters of non-verbal non-communication. You two could accidentally find yourself half dismembered in a slaughter house before one or the other would speak up about how 'this is maybe a bad idea.' You two need to feel free to express your opinions without fear of reprisal.
All in all, hilarious.
I know this. I have always been the one who has to defend his positions. Not just to this group but in all aspects of my life.
I had a crazy forestry prof. who tried to take me down because he thought I took credit for work that was not my own. It was a error in citing my work.
I have a principal who is on a witch hunt every fall. I had to pull out my union card a couple of times to defend myself.
You guys are awesome and I can take ribbing like the next guy, but without the voice and immediate feedback I am more sensitive. It is a weakness and I will try to remember that in the future.
You guys are the greatest friends that I have. I love you knuckleheads!
Aw!
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