Another weekend gone, but it was well spent.  Friday night we went to the Royal’s game.  The game itself kind of stunk, but it was fun; good, cheap entertainment.  The fireworks were awesome too.  We’ve got season tickets with the Martin’s, so next time we go on a Friday night I’m taking my camera.  Probably won’t get any good pictures of the fireworks, as my camera seems to have issues focusing in the dark, but I’ll give it a try.

Saturday we went up North to Jeremy’s (Doni’s nephew) graduation party.  Ate too much, but it was a good time.  Of course the guest of honor was gone the whole time, but that’s to be expected.  Dang kids, what can you do.  That night, I went to a bachelor party for one James Munkirs.  Ahhhhh, yes, proof positive that you’re never too old to find that special somebody.  Sigh.  It wasn’t so much a “bachelor party” in the true sense; we’re too old and wise for that.  More of just a “gathering” at Paddy O’Quigley’s at 119th and Roe.  Yes, I went “out there.”  What the heck, it was a special occasion.  I made it up until the karaoke started.  Eeesh.  Plus, Doni kept calling me screaming, something about a bat flying around in the house.  I figured there was likely no truth to her rantings, probably just a large moth or maybe a sparrow.  Just in case though, Todd and I went to the Brooksider and hung out for a few more hours.  Why take chances.

Sunday afternoon, as I was making my lunch, there was a loud ruckus upstairs.  Investigation showed that we did indeed have a bat in the house.  Big fella too; wing span of about six feet, and two-inch fangs.  If I’m exaggerating, it’s because my perspective was skewed by sheer terror.  I don’t think I am though, this thing was huge.  Very aggressive too, and almost certainly rabid.  We did manage to open all the doors before retreating to the safety of the kitchen to plot our defense.  After several minutes, the most rational plan I could come up with was to ram my car through the west wall of the house.  Surely the resulting hole would leave plenty of room for the evil creature to escape, as well as provide us with additional living space.  After properly arming myself with a broom, I headed out to get my car keys.  Upon entering the living room, however, the bat was nowhere to be found.  So far he hasn’t made any repeat appearances; either he flew out the door or he’s hiding behind a picture or something, waiting to pounce.  At this point we are considering just abandoning the house and letting the bank take it, bat and all.  We were so shook up over the whole incident that we had to go sit on the deck at the Brooksider for the remainder of the afternoon.  About six or so, we headed over to Susan’s for the weekly “Sopranos” party.  I don’t care for the show so much, but we have dinner and lively banter, so it’s something to look forward to.  We had tacos last night; good stuff.  The show itself got thumbs down from everybody.  It was a tad too bizarre.