by Richard
And now, for something completely different.
These dudes obviously had far too much time on their hands. But, then again, that’s Wales for you.
Enough skeeving off. I’ll be back with some actual content soon.
Until then, enjoy this. Sheep and fireworks, a potent combination.
Share on Facebook Tags: A Dude's Guide to Life, dude, Dude's, fireworks, height, Potent Combination, Rent, richard, Sheep, Shock, Wales, YoutubeI’m not just talking about a seminal punk-ish band. No, I’m using that as a pun so I can talk about blowin’ stuff up. What can I say? I’m a dude. We like to blow stuff up. It’s in our genes.
Which might go a long way toward explaining why it’s on the list of top holidays for my three little dudes. Just yesterday, Speed Racer was perusing the newspaper (searching for the comics. I can’t get him interested in the actual news of a newspaper. Yet.) when he ran across a story about fireworks being sold and sold a lot. He was, to say the least, a bit excited.
“Can we go there? To this place? They’ve got two for one. We can get a lot of fireworks. Can we go today? Right now?”
I had to calm him down a little. For one thing, it’s difficult to talk to someone when they’re clawing into the ceiling and running about like a hyperactive spider. For another, I knew I’d have to wait for his brother, Sarcasmo, to get home from his leadership camp. It would not be good if we were to go buy fireworks and leave Sarcasmo behind. I’d never hear the end of it.
Still, this is an event to which we all look forward. Me because it’s fun to watch all three little dudes pick out stuff to blow up. Them because, well, they’re picking out stuff to blow up.
Our favorites are mortars. Just because we love the thump as they launch and they really do look fantastic when they explode all the way up there in the air.
– Richard
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Before the little dudes arrived, I used to go out with my wife, known to many back then as Wheeeeeeeeee Haaaaaa, to various parties and fun places. Some, admittedly, not so fun. When she was visiting me in Dallas during the winter break from the University of Florida, she accompanied me to a New Year’s Eve party with a friend of mine who I’ve known since fourth grade. I’ll call my friend, oh, just pulling a name from a hat here, John. John was also back in town and said he was going to a great party and wanted to invite us along.
We went. Turns out my friend John had become involved with a bit of a self-improvement cult. And, no, I’m not using the word cult inadvisedly. John drove us to the party and didn’t want to leave. So we spent the night getting harassed about how great the cult really was. I managed to grab a couple of drinks and then slink off to goof off with the host’s younger kids. I found their conversation much more intelligent. I can’t tell you how glad I was to reach midnight kiss she who was not yet my wife, known to me as Where’s The Ring, and then really start begging for a ride home.
There are, of course, far too many other stories of bad behavior on New Year’s Eve to get into here. I mean, does anyone really want to hear the story of missing a garbage bag and covering shoes with vomit and why I still won’t drink vodka 20 years later? I didn’t think so. I know I don’t want to hear it.
This year, we’re going to force our little dudes to dress up, go to a nice restaurant and enjoy ourselves until we watch a fireworks show in Uptown Charlotte. It’ll be different, but I can’t wait for it.
– Richard
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