The Mongolians

We went to the local "club" this weekend. I haven't been there for years. It's the place to go when whether you're looking for 21-year-old college hoochies or 40-year-old drunk white trash guys. Take your pick. Oh and drug dealers too. I think I got a contact buzz off of a guy's shirt who was walking in front of me.

This is the first time I have been patted down to get into a bar in my big little city. They would not let me take my multi-tool attached to my keys into the bar. They must have run into some trouble with people coming in and fixing stuff. I promised not to take out the pliers and loosen any bolts but they had a legitimate fear that I could take out my 1.5" knife blade and threaten to temporarily cause slight discomfort for the guy who was smoking pot out in the middle of dance floor. There was also the fear that I might have met a girl with a hang nail and we could have bonded over the fact that I had the means to file it down smoothly.


I learned to Wake Surf this weekend. I never knew you could follow a boat without holding onto a rope. I also never knew that you could go faster than the boat you're following, lose your balance, and fall into the boat that you're following.