Adventures and Thoughts

Adventures:

Josh and I went up to his grandparents for a weekend of doing nothing constructive and shooting guns. I went through almost 3000 rounds in 3 days. Surprisingly it went by really fast, we had a great time. His grand parents live about 20 minutes from Kansas in a town called Buffalo, Oklahoma. It was a lot of country for me but I survived, we had a good time shooting just about anything we wanted.

Last night we headed back and got to Stillwater around 11:45. I didn't realize that everyone had gotten paid Saturday night so the regulars (employees) were not around. Dave and I decided that drinking was in order so he proceeded to school me at several games of pool. Then from across the bar I spot a familiar face, who else but curtis. He goes for the bear hug/tackle and obviously forgot that I just had knee surgery yet some how he managed to be the one that ended up on the ground. I don't know who he was with but he didn't know either so everything was a little interesting. I could tell he was trying for this one girl but he was a little too drunk for his own good. Eventually the girls he was with came over and joined in on our game of pool. Not wanting to be the cock block I dropped back into wingman formation and went with the other friend. After a little wing man action and talking to the bouncers to try and keep Curtis from being bounced, IHOP was brought up. Dave was the only one with a car and there were now 9 people involved. I don't know how they got 7 people in that truck but curtis and I road in the back until we got to my house. I had physical therapy this morning so I couldn't have a long night. Curtis crashed on my couch and I have no idea how dave made out.

This morning my front door was open and Curtis's boots were still by the couch were I left him. Upon further survey of the room he had switched to the futon. He didn't remember leaving the bar.

After dropping him off I proceeded to Physical Therapy. I was slightly concerned because I didn't do as much stretching as I should have. Apparently my weekends adventures were enough, i was able to bend my knee 120 degrees, thats 22 degrees of improvement in just 4 days.


Thoughts:

I have never felt more like a city boy in my entire life than I have this weekend. Now I'm no stranger to playing on a farm but there was so much farm that I would have gone nuts if i was there for more than 3 days. This place was so country that it had me wondering why anyone would raise kids in this enviroment. At the same time I was striking similar to my thoughts of seeing the enviroment that some kids were growing up in the Ghettos of Washington DC over the summer. I don't know if its the thought of tradition that would make you think it would be a good idea to raise kids in an environment like that but if you look and see that you have worked you're whole life just to scrape along and all the kids are doing is alcohol and drugs than wouldn't that make you consider maybe a change? It just seems like that life style perpetuates itself, I'm just having a really hard time excepting the fact that things like that happen.

My other conclusion from this weekend is that I realize that I don't enjoy being around drunk guys while in the presence of the girls that they are drunkenly pursuing. As a guy you're going to fall into one of the following 3 categories, A) The pissed off drunk guy that is too drunk to realize that he has no chance B) The cock block, hated by all and usually no better guy than the first guy but is a little more sober and is smooth enough to get the girl or C) the wing man, the awkward job that requires staying sober to prevent beer goggles and can see both the pissed off drunk guy and the cock block. Don't get me wrong, girls can be a blast when drinking and there are situations where everyone can have fun but it just seems like the previously mention situation is more common. I don't enjoy any of the three rolls, looks like the bar scene just isn't all its cracked up to be.