If there was ever any hope left for Nick drinking at some point in his life, I think it went out the window Friday night.  Jason dropped by to chill and brought with him a bottle of Jag and a bunch of Tab energy drinks.  You drop a shot of Jag in the glass filled with Tab and slam it.  On the first drink of the night, Jason finished his Jag Bomb, sat for a moment, and threw it back up into his cup.  Nick got up and walked away, remarking on how he still can’t fathom why people would drink alcoholic beverages.  Shortly thereafter, Jason went back to make another drink and made a remark I never thought I’d hear: “Ughh…. too much Tab!”

Saturday, Lauren accompanied me to Maple Plain to DJ a wedding dance between a couple young kids from the country who met as sixth graders, then didn’t see each other for ten more years.  One day, they ran into each other at some sort of music festival and sparks flew.  They decided to have the reception at a place out in the deep wilderness.  It was a kinda cool venue, a park reserve full of little cabins secluded in the woods with a main event center, albeit a small one.  “Charmingly rustic,” as Lauren described it.  I had to drive my car down tiny dirt paths marked “Do Not Enter – Authorized Vehicles Only” through the trees.  But we got all set up and rocked the squirrels out of the feeding area with the music stylings of Glen Campbell, Charlie Rich, and Joe Diffie.  No tip was received, but they assured me they’d mail one.  We’ll see!

Today has been painful for me as a sports fan.  The Twins bullpen was back at it again, giving up more crucial runs.  There are just 19 games left, and the Twins are hanging on by a prayer.  Today’s loss was another gut-wrenching one, another game they should have won.  And as I write this, the Chargers are losing at home to the Panthers, a team they should easily beat.  So although today has been quiet and restful, I’m still unhappy.