WAKEY- WAKEEEEEYYYYYYY

BAD internet Lego man, BAD. Nothing like specialization, I guess.

Ahhhhhh....home from our holiday jaunt in Maine. The drives to and from were characterized by blinding snow. Spun out on the highway on the way there on Thursday, but the spouse is a good, experienced driver and kept us on the road. (How much weight do you have to HAVE in the back of a Ford Ranger to make that fucking back end heavy enough not to fishtail and possibly send us into a ditch? Guess we'll have to invest in another couple hundred pounds of sand, but my next truck will be an F-150.)

Had some good food, drank some beers and other things, played some pool in my brother's fabulous game room. I don't usually play pool, so as you can well imagine, I SUCK. But once I warmed up and relaxed a bit, I actually made some pretty nice shots, managed to win a game or two.

More troubling was my performance at darts. Christ...I used to be CAPTAIN of a pub darts team. Once or twice I've hit multiple double corks to win desperate games of cricket, once had a perfect, straight on stance, and a steady, unfailing right arm. When I picked up the darts for the first time in about five years, and threw... "uh...sorry about your wall. I'll spackle that in the morning..." Oy.

Anyway, the point is that I miss pub sports. I should re-invest in a good set of darts (I am terribly forgetful and have lost many a beautiful set, or left them unattended in dive bars, for unscrupulous arseholes to steal, and therefore haven't even owned a set in years). Trouble is, dart nights around here are Tuesdays, and I have to remember that part of the reason I stopped playing was that I couldn't face being hungover EVERY SINGLE WEDNESDAY of my life...

Must consider this in depth.