That’s right kids, I’ve got the cabin reserved for this weekend. Dave and I are going up Friday afternoon and staying until Sunday. Anyone else want to go? There’s plenty of room. Just give me a call, or e-mail me. All are welcome.  Seriously, come on up.

You see, it’s Dave’s birthday weekend. The old fart is going to be 34. And I should talk, I’m going to be 35 in December. At any rate we’re going to party, gamble, BBQ, play some golf, play cards, stay up late, sleep in late, and/or just lounge around the cabin and do absolutely nothing.

Friday night we’ve got some craps to play in North Shore. I have dreams about this game. When I learned earlier this year it was the most exciting thing. Now every time I get anywhere near Nevada, craps is all I can think about–it consumes my every thought. Every time I’ve played craps I’ve won. Well, except my last night in Reno at a golf tournament earlier this year–I broke even. But in my book, that’s still winning. I drank for free for hours and had a great time to boot.

So my dad made a phone call and now we’ve got a 10:30 tee time at Ponderosa golf course right there in Truckee. Four players, 18 holes of golf, and carts. Free. Holy crap, thanks dad!

Sooo… hopefully I’ll have a nice DrunkStory to post on Sunday night when I get home.

EDIT: And don’t believe Dave’s comments.  When I say he lost a $1000 in Reno, that’s the truth.

I’ve got two tickets to see 311 at the Catalyst in Santa Cruz on Thursday, July 20th at 8pm.

So, who wants to go with me?

Dave’s 4th of July party was a resounding success.

Dave and his wife got all their neighbors in the cul-de-sac to stay home and party together. Everyone brought their gas grills over to Dave’s house and set up on the sidewalk. People brought chairs and tables. And food, sooo much food. And of course, drinks.

Dave set up the margarita station and made his famous Li Hing Mui margaritas. All the guys BBQ’ed–pork ribs, steak, teriyaki chicken, oysters, you name it. The Coors Light flowed like wine.

One of the neighbors got one of those inflatable jumpy bouncy Power Rangers thingies for the kids to crawl inside and make like monkeys. The adults, as they drank more and more, eyeballed the Power Rangers bouncy thingy with growing interest. Sadly, none of the adults were brave enough to be the first one to make a fool of themself, and so no one followed.

After the food was put away it was time for fireworks–which are illegal in Discovery Bay. However, this didn’t stop anyone in the neighborhood from using them anyway. We had the California legal stuff, the Safe ‘n Sane fireworks. When the police eventually showed up we had 3 fountains going at once and all the kids had sparklers. The officer asked us nicely to put the fireworks away and left–to go find the guys with rockets, m80s, and mortars in the next cul-de-sac. I must say that the guys with the very illegal fireworks put on an incredible show.

At any rate, a good time was had by all. When the party was finally over all the neighbors remarked that this should be an annual thing. I hope it is; Dave has awesome neighbors.

I crashed out early that night, sleeping in the room upstairs at Dave’s house that I’ve claimed for my own. I slept from 11pm to 5am, got up, and quietly left the house. I try to do that when I sleep over. I think Dave’s wife appreciates that I’m gone before she wakes up in the morning.

So that’s my story, and I’m sticking to it (as my mother was fond of saying)…