Big NorWY Fourth of July blowout bash weekend.

[landpoke]

Thurs night: Barbecue, beer, kids playing on the lawn, potato gun tomfoolery, fireworks, sing along to Lee Greenwood at the top of my lungs, beer, beer, bottle rockets, bed.

Friday: Wake up, golf, belt out more Lee Greenwood while playing partner tees off, putts to take the hole, harasses beer cart girl etc., still lose money, damn it's hot, beer, pool, beer, barbecue, beer (Hamms, the beer refreshing, Hamms the beer refreshing, Haaammmmssss) bottle rockets, firecrackers, fireworks display, beer, bed.

Saturday: Clean house, beer, can't get mother#$%@^&$ Lee Greenwood out of my head, guests arrive, whiskey, gin and tonic, beer, rinse, repeat, barbecue, beer, captivate Colorado visitors with cheap and legal fireworks, beer, almost set lawn on fire, beer, almost set neighbors' field on fire, bar, Lee Greenwood back in my good graces, beer, sing along lustily, another bar, final bar, bed.

Sunday: WTF, 8:10 tee time, what idiot set that up, me, roust non-golfer Colorado guest out of bed, stagger to clubhouse, smell like brewery, Lee Greenwood mocks me through patriotic song, will punch Lee Greenwood's magnificently bearded face if I ever venture down to Branson, MO, struggle for two holes, feel better for two holes, feel great for ten holes, feel like death for four holes, pool, no for the love of God no more booze, four hour nap, dinner, torrential downpour, cool night, chat into the evening, bed.

God Bless The U-S-A!

[Solon]

Originally Posted by landpoke

Thurs night: Barbecue, beer, kids playing on the lawn, potato gun tomfoolery, fireworks, sing along to Lee Greenwood at the top of my lungs, beer, beer, bottle rockets, bed.

Friday: Wake up, golf, belt out more Lee Greenwood while playing partner tees off, putts to take the hole, harasses beer cart girl etc., still lose money, damn it's hot, beer, pool, beer, barbecue, beer (Hamms, the beer refreshing, Hamms the beer refreshing, Haaammmmssss) bottle rockets, firecrackers, fireworks display, beer, bed.

Saturday: Clean house, beer, can't get mother#$%@^&$ Lee Greenwood out of my head, guests arrive, whiskey, gin and tonic, beer, rinse, repeat, barbecue, beer, captivate Colorado visitors with cheap and legal fireworks, beer, almost set lawn on fire, beer, almost set neighbors' field on fire, bar, Lee Greenwood back in my good graces, beer, sing along lustily, another bar, final bar, bed.

Sunday: WTF, 8:10 tee time, what idiot set that up, me, roust non-golfer Colorado guest out of bed, stagger to clubhouse, smell like brewery, Lee Greenwood mocks me through patriotic song, will punch Lee Greenwood's magnificently bearded face if I ever venture down to Branson, MO, struggle for two holes, feel better for two holes, feel great for ten holes, feel like death for four holes, pool, no for the love of God no more booze, four hour nap, dinner, torrential downpour, cool night, chat into the evening, bed.

God Bless The U-S-A!

Move over, Faulkner. America has a new voice.

[landpoke]

Originally Posted by Solon

Move over, Faulkner. America has a new voice.

I can't tell if you're mocking me or not so I've decided to assume a defensive posture and challenge you to a fight. Name the place buddy and I'll be there.

[jay santos]

Originally Posted by landpoke

Thurs night: Barbecue, beer, kids playing on the lawn, potato gun tomfoolery, fireworks, sing along to Lee Greenwood at the top of my lungs, beer, beer, bottle rockets, bed.

Friday: Wake up, golf, belt out more Lee Greenwood while playing partner tees off, putts to take the hole, harasses beer cart girl etc., still lose money, damn it's hot, beer, pool, beer, barbecue, beer (Hamms, the beer refreshing, Hamms the beer refreshing, Haaammmmssss) bottle rockets, firecrackers, fireworks display, beer, bed.

Saturday: Clean house, beer, can't get mother#$%@^&$ Lee Greenwood out of my head, guests arrive, whiskey, gin and tonic, beer, rinse, repeat, barbecue, beer, captivate Colorado visitors with cheap and legal fireworks, beer, almost set lawn on fire, beer, almost set neighbors' field on fire, bar, Lee Greenwood back in my good graces, beer, sing along lustily, another bar, final bar, bed.

Sunday: WTF, 8:10 tee time, what idiot set that up, me, roust non-golfer Colorado guest out of bed, stagger to clubhouse, smell like brewery, Lee Greenwood mocks me through patriotic song, will punch Lee Greenwood's magnificently bearded face if I ever venture down to Branson, MO, struggle for two holes, feel better for two holes, feel great for ten holes, feel like death for four holes, pool, no for the love of God no more booze, four hour nap, dinner, torrential downpour, cool night, chat into the evening, bed.

God Bless The U-S-A!

Take out the beer, the golf on Sunday, the Wyoming fireworks, and up the temperature 10 degrees and you see why it's not the ideal holiday for me. Your version sounds a lot better.