Hey guys.
This past week has been a nightmare. First it was hotter than hell, reaching around 100 degrees every day. Wednesday, we had a massive storm. It was funny, the weather guy on TV was saying there was not and wouldn't be any storms for my county, despite having near tornado conditions in actuality. I look out the window, and its dark and the trees are swaying, shit blowing over, and he's telling me there's no storm. Try telling mother nature that, you hack. That knocked out power for most of the St Louis area, luckily I was only without power and phone for a few hours.
Thursday, returned to being hot, and claims of nasty ass storms. Karen ended up canceling and staying home out of fear of the storm (because it was supposed to be like the previous day, which had ripped roofs off buildings, flipped cars, etc). Did we get a storm? Hell fucking no. Cock sucking two bit hacks were wrong, again.
Friday morning, out of no where, nasty storm, hail and all sorts of stuff, again killed power and phone for a few hours. Since Karen was without power and neighborhood all tore up, and Eric and Katherine without power, they all came up and stayed the night. Was nice, got some premium snugglage.
Saturday afternoon, they all headed back to their homes, and we went to eat chinese for dinner, and decided to drop by Chuckaburger to visit because some people from the car club where there and its Glen and Charlie's birthday. Drop by there, and everyone is engrossed with this pale imitation of a dead, over rated, over hyped, druggie (aka bad Elvis impersonator), to even acknowledge us being there. Wait around for the guy to stop mangling songs and we head over ot Marybeth and Glen's house to visit and such. Well, when we got there, cops were waiting, and a bit pissy. One of the neighbors recently became an elvis impersonator, and decided to play with his band there and had set up early. Well, he'd pissed off the other neighbors by playing entirely too loud at like 11pm. So, we get there, the band starts up, and 20-30 minutes later, cops are back, threatening to arrest everyone if we don't leave, and they wait around till we all leave. It was fucking pathetic. Didnt get to visit with anyone, and the few people we did get to talk to, we could barely hear them over the blaring music despite being inside the house, and all the doors shut. Plus, we'd just seen one guy do Elvis, so do we want to sit and watch more of the same damn thing? Plus, generally, I hate impersonators, especially Elvis impersonators. Most aren't good, all do the same exact shit (white jumpsuit era Elvis), plus Elvis is over rated to begin with. Yes the man could sing, however he didn't play instruments, most of his songs he didn't write, and covered alot of other people's work (even songs that people attribute to Elvis often are covers, like Blue Suede Shoes), plus as time went on, he was high on drugs often and really started to seem like he didn't care (He often forgot words to his songs, etc while singing in concert). Also, when you have someone with that much noteriety, other acts of equal or sometimes better ability are overshadowed. Anyway, back to the story, saturday was a complete wash, didn't get to do anything I wanted to, and basically did nothing but waste time. I'd rather have been home, working on stuff here, than fucking around with all that bullshit.
Today, got up, cleaned around the yard, headed to costco, got a shed for Eric, and worked on stuff around his house. Wasn't too bad.
Tomorrow, Jeanne is wanting to get together with Marybeth and everyone else, but personally, I'm in kind of a mood to just kinda say "fuck 'em" after what happened.
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