Sunday, May 17, 2009

Still no progress made this weekend

My Ebay bids have been rejected and the St Augustine boat dealer I had spoken with decided not to open his doors this weekend.

His Daughter is having her first Communion.

I like when a person puts his family first, over business. But I don't remember my first Communion taking up an entire weekend.


Did some housekeeping on the boat, got called to a surprise birthday party for a friend, which was held in a local tavern. We were glad to show some support to our friend, you only turn 40 once, right?

Arrived at the karaoke bar, (ohhhh, I dread bad singing. This includes me, which is why I don't get up there).

The first fellow up there, takes the mike and gives a little speech;

"I'd like to take a moment and thank all of "Rascals" Two weeks ago, we had to bury my first grandchild. Our fifteen year old daughter had gotten pregnant, and her son was born with Anencephaly, was born at 7:21 am and passed away at 4:30 pm.

"I watched my daughter suffer as her child was dying. "The good people of "Rascals" had a dart tournament and we raised enough money to have a proper burial of my grandson, thanks, from the bottom of my heart."

How the h e double toothpicks did I get involved in this kind of evening?

This was a definite buzz-kill situation.

So, we did our best to have a good time, but could only stay about two hours, because the cigarette smoke was burning our eyes.

Our friend, John, was doing ok. He had three girls who were there with him, literally on a date. Happy 40th, John!

We went home and I watched the NASCAR All Star Race, while the Spousal Unit went off to bed. Big evening, indeed.

I'm still bummed.

Hope all of you had a fine weekend!


LL said...

I've been in your shoes before.

Somebody gets up and gives a similar speech, tearfully explaining the woes of his life and the last thing you can do is raise a glass and say, "Ok, let's get this party STARTED!"

A few years ago a good friend of mine died in the service of his country. Actually my best friend. He provided for a wake through an attorney and money he left behind for that purpose. So we gathered together (all men) at a place he liked to hoist a few. There was a large Hummer limo out front (WTF? over). The lawyer ushered the seven of us into the limo where young women - all stunning - were waiting to accompany us to a resort for the weekend.

I decided then and there how I wanted my memorial service to be run and put money aside for my buddies. (apologies to your she-who-must-be-obeyed spousal unit who will read this and will impress on you the importance of never becoming my friend...)

Buck said...

Wow. That MOST certainly sounds like a downer of an evening, Darryl. I feel bad for the guy, but wouldn't the speech have been more appropriate at another time? Just sayin'.

Ummm, where do you live, LL? I think I wanna be your friend! ;-)

Barco Sin Vela II said...

Yes Buck, definitely TMI. I would have thanked everyone and went on. I was more disturbed about the excess of family info. I put myself in his shoes and was uncomfortable.

How about those Wings?

Barco Sin Vela II said...

LL; The Spousal Unit hasn't really read your comment, but I like the way you think...

Buck said...

"How about those Wings?"

More will be revealed tonight! I'm having a helluva good time reading the Chicago sports pages... it's REALLY funny. The Hawks lose the first game and it's the end of the world (or at least one would think so)!