Saturday was, well, interesting. If you all will recall, Saturday was the big annual Bass Fishing Tournament fundraiser thingy for work. So, natch, I had to be there to be all nice and friendly and do stuff and all that. So, I did. It was cooooooooooooold! And windy! Waaaaaaaaaaaaaaay windy! It was sunny and clear though, which is apparently a good thing for bass fishing because we did have two-hundred boats signed up for the tournament. That’s four hundred people at $150 a head. Not too shabby, I guess.
Anywho, I get up at 6 a.m. on Saturday for no particular reason except I was wide awake. I made coffee, went out and got the paper, sat on my back porch and drank coffee, then read the paper from the warmth and comfort of my big ol’ lounge chair in the living room whilst sippin’ coffee, checked out the weather on the tv and all that. ACBG manages to rouse himself about 7:30 a.m. to make some fresh coffee cause I was a coffee hog with the first pot of coffee. While he’s doing that, I go get all cleaned up and dress cause, remember I have to drive seventy miles to hang out at a bass tournament even though it’s cold and windy. So, I get all spiffed up and when I walk back into the kitchen, there’s bacon and eggs and grits and toast all waiting for me. AWWWWWWW……sometimes he can be so sweet! Of course, he did not volunteer to go with me to the lake; instead, as I was leaving, he said he believed he might just go back and lie down for a while. The piker!
I get to the lake at about 10:30 a.m. and the first thing I discover is that all the tent that had been set up for us to do our thing with makin’ bbq sammiches had blown over. So, with the help of a couple of volunteers, I get that up righted and staked down. I cannot believe it was not staked down to begin with! :mad: GRRRRRRRR……… so I get over that. Then other co-workers start showing up. We mess around for a while, chatting with guys from the local bass club, the bbq team (The Road Dogs!) and such. Then about noonish the bbq team chops up some smoked <snerk> butts <snerk> and we start making some sammiches for folks that are standing around. See, we can’t sell the sammiches but we can ask for a “donation”, the “donation” being three dollars for a sammich, chips and a beverage (either a soda, a beer or water). So, we get a bunch of “donations” that way. So, not so much goes on for a while except that.
About three p.m. the fisherpersons start coming in from the lake to weigh in their catches and find out who gets prizes. First prize is $7500! Prizes go all the way down to 20th place which is $250, so not so shabby for a $150 entry fee ‘specially if’n you win something. When the fisherpersons come in, they get two tickets good for two sammiches, two bags of chips and two beverages of their choice, though we’ll give ‘em all they want of everything cause, hey, they dropped $150 a head just to be there, so why not! Well, the weigh in starts and all of a sudden, the organizers of this here event realize that they forgot to get the guy who usually does the emcee stuff and announces the weigh-ins and all that stuff! So, I have no idea who won. None at all. Not that I or probably none of you even care… but still, I usually hear at least, who won. Oh well, whoever won (that would be a team of two) got their picture took and the money so I doubt they cared that I didn’t know either. Heck, I wouldn’t! “Gimme my money!”, I’d say… who cares about anything else.
So, that’s pretty much it. It was windy, cold, sunny, lots of bbq <snerk> butts <snerk> got turned into bbq sammiches and much chips, beer, soda and water was consumed. Yes, ol swamps here did consume him a few beers but not so much I couldn’t drive seventy miles home. Also, the Road Dogs had extra <snerk> butts <snerk> for sale so I bought two of 'em at $5.00 each. They are big <snerk> butts <snerk> so that ain’t a bad price. I know have two <snerk> frozen butts <snerk> in my freezer.
One more thing, and this is a valuable piece of advice. If you are traveling on U.S. highway 82 through south Jawja and find that you need to stop and pee in Dawson, GA, do not stop at the Petro station one block off of highway 82. Even if the gas there is four cents a gallon cheaper that at the newer and nicer Inland station, it’s not worth it. That was one naaaaaaaaaaaaaasty men’s room. I have a good feeling the ladies room prolly wasn’t any better. Please file this piece of information for future use. Trust me it is an important piece of advice.
HAPPY MONDAY EVERYBODY!
) go through convolutions trying out pricing on some other styles (I really wanted Shaker-style cherry), we ended up ordering the cognac colored oak that Mr. Anachi had originally picked out. Then we went and ordered the sinks at another sink place cause that’s where we saw the ones we like.