Last Saturday was the 60th annual Scottish Highland Games in Enumclaw. Clans Colquhoun and Farquharson (Carter and myself) were represented in true colors and spirit as we took over the beer garden in the late afternoon. Okay.. we started drinking at 10:30am. But its okay because we were drinking cider...

 

The sun wasn't quite as hot as its been in years past but I still mananged to get a pretty nice sunburn. Here are some fun facts from the day:

 

- Max stories on the "beeramid" : 15

- Pipe bands from the region: 9

- Haggis ate by our party: 0

- Full beers spilt on kilts: 1

- Girls flashed: 2

- Guys removed from beer garden via wheel chair: 1

 

So this dude walks up to us and essentially invites himself to our party. We're all, yeah, whatever, but you have to drink. He said something to the effect of, "Okay, I can keep up with you guys." Huh...

 

2 hours and several beers later this guy didn't know his own name. He threw up under the table and was making a general fool of himself. Eventually he was approached by the King County Sheriffs officers that were manning the event.

 

"Sir do you know where you are?"

"Mph..rarglarph (something unintelligible)

"Sir we're going to have to ask you to stand up for us."

 

Not only did he not know where he was, but he couldn't stand under his own power. The officers brought in a wheelchair and took his drunk ass out. I hope he's doing okay and I know he's not loving life right now.

 

After that Bryan and I caught a ride back to his parents place where we ordered some pizzas and started drinking.

 

Fin

Dear Mr. Floyd Landis,

 

Contratulations on your Tour de France victory. But if, infact, you were juicin' it up over there, you just took over duties as the Worlds Largest Douche. Claim your trophy from Carson Daily (current reinging champ).

 

Sincerely,

 

Pissed Off Cycling Fan

 

 

PS - Jan Ulrich and Ivan Basso are angry and vindictive. Its a possibility that they paid someone off to tamper with your initial sample. Watch your ass, know your friends and lets hope sample B is clean. Vato.

Is it still me that makes you sweat? Am I who you think about in bed? When the lights are dim and your hands are shaking as you're sliding off your dress?

Then think of what you did And how I hope to God he was worth it. When the lights are dim and your heart is racing as your fingers touch your skin.

I've got more wit, a better kiss, a hotter touch, a better fuck. Than any boy you'll ever meet, sweetie you had me. Girl I was it, look past the sweat, a better love deserving of. Exchanging body heat in the passenger seat?

 

No, no, no, you know it will always just be me.

 

-Panic! At the disco-

 

Fin

If armpits had assholes, Orlando would the armpit-asshole of the United States. I can't wait to get home tomorrow.

 

Fin