The weekend that WAS:
Friday, about 6:30 pm. At the conclusion of the back-to-back weeknight Simpsons airing on Ch 13, I announce my departure to Greg and Rich, who were lifting weights in the basement. �I�m going to Mike and Mary�s for dinner, I�ll be back later.�

Later turned out to be the next day, at about 2:30. The Welshman Matt joined us for a curry dinner followed by some lively air hockey and foosball competition. Mike proceeded to be a big lump while the Lemur, the Welshman, and the Malcontent dropped hints about wanting to actually Go somewhere. Hints quickly became demands, and we found ourselves navigating through the heavily falling snow to the legendary Yardarm pub in Des Moines.

After a few pitchers, three to be exact: the first Pyramid Snowcap followed by two rounds of Black Butte Porter, we finally decided we would indeed go bowling, an idea first proposed while still at the apartment. Furthermore, we would be going to lovely Secoma Lanes in Federal Way, because the Welshman knew the barman there.

Upon our arrival, and amidst the gather and donning of bowling shoes and finding of the assigned lane, the Welshman delivered the news that the bar was closed. This was a bit of a stunning development, seeing as how it was only about midnight, if not slightly before. We rolled two games, with me winning both rounds posting pathetic scores of 104 and 118. Mike brought up the rear, rolling a horrible, yet oddly fortunate, score of 69 in the second game.

Saturday, about 5:00 pm. Greg and I started the brewing process of the Dunkelweizen (or so I hope) due out in April. Just after 6:00 Troy showed up as were finishing the beer so that we could execute our plan of dinner and beer at the Elysian brewery. About 6:30 Rich called from Julie�s house and announced that they would be joining us. We left around 7:15, with the Beer happily cooling and waiting for the yeast.

The Elysian has some of the best beer in the city, yet has a disturbingly limp-wristed offering of food. I had known this already, but went under the premise of the sweet, sweet nectar that flows from their taps. I had to remind myself of this while scanning the menu and finding items such as the Vegetarian Cheese Steak sandwich. I settled for the fish n� chips � always solid pub fare.

Troy split shortly after 8, and the rest of us sat around drinking beer and bullshitting until after 9. On our way back to Rich�s rig we realized we had the misfortune of being parked in front of an establishment called �The Cuff.� We headed home and all realized we sucked because it was 9:30 and we all felt tired.

Arriving home, we added the yeast to the Beer, Rich and Julie split for Julie�s place, and Greg and I decided to watch �Planet of the Apes.� Planet of Estella Warren�s skimpy outfit, I say� and one of the more retarded movies I have memory of sitting all the way through � especially at home.

Sunday, about 10:30. I arrived at Jon�s apartment bearing garlic powder and two cookie sheets (which I just remembered I left there). Tyler & Angie showed up with Mike and Mary, as planned, for breakfast at 11:00. The theme of the Event was the rash consumption of mimosa, deteriorating to screwdrivers for some of us, and Anneke�s slow realization of just what a bunch of degenerate savages I have for friends.

After that, it was football watching, dinner making, and Simpsons viewing. I will only root for the Patriots next week if Drew Bledsoe plays.