{"id":105,"date":"2005-08-29T09:45:00","date_gmt":"2005-08-29T14:45:00","guid":{"rendered":"http:\/\/www.pkenagy.com\/blog\/?p=105"},"modified":"2005-08-29T09:45:00","modified_gmt":"2005-08-29T14:45:00","slug":"lame-weekend","status":"publish","type":"post","link":"https:\/\/www.pkenagy.com\/blog\/lame-weekend\/","title":{"rendered":"Lame Weekend"},"content":{"rendered":"<p>Given the brevity of last week&#8217;s update, I really feel obligated to post a veritable novel this week.&nbsp; But the problem is, I really didn&#8217;t do anything all weekend so I&#8217;ve got no subject matter.&nbsp; The only thing I&#8217;ve got to work with is my fantasy football draft Saturday night and the dog having an accident in the house Sunday night.&nbsp; Pretty slim pickings there.&nbsp; I&#8217;ll do what I can with what I have&#8230;&nbsp; That&#8217;s all you can ask of me.<\/p>\n<p>I suppose we did go out Friday night, but nothing of note really occurred.&nbsp; Just went down to the Brooksider and enjoyed the stellar weather.&nbsp; At some point Todd got restless and moved the crowd to Bobby Bakers&#8230;&nbsp; Mistake.&nbsp; We traded in a comfortable table outside in the fresh air for a cramped booth in a crowded room with intolerable air quality.&nbsp; Next time I&#8217;ll take a pass on that place.<\/p>\n<p>Saturday, despite my best intentions, I didn&#8217;t do anything.&nbsp; We went to Costco for  a little shop-a-thon, and had lunch down in Westport, but that&#8217;s about the whole of it.&nbsp; I spent a good amount of time putting together info for my fantasy football draft that evening.&nbsp; From the looks of my resulting team, the time would have been better spent mowing the lawn or fixing the gutters.&nbsp; I got home from the draft event about 11:00 to find an empty house.&nbsp; Doni had taken Gabe down to the Plaza to a little party, and they ended up staying out all night.&nbsp; The results of this fiesta were quite disastrous, as I shall detail later.<\/p>\n<p>Sunday turned out similarly non-eventful.&nbsp; We met Doni&#8217;s parents down at the gym for lunch, which was a lot better than it sounds.&nbsp; They put on a nice brunch; I&#8217;m for it.&nbsp; I don&#8217;t know what happened to the rest of the afternoon honestly, but the next thing I knew it was time to start getting ready for the Sunday evening television events.&nbsp; We hosted dinner this week, so there was a short burst of house-cleaning involved but nothing too major.&nbsp; (Well, aside from the still-to-be-told tale of terror.)&nbsp; We had spaghetti for dinner;&nbsp; Mike&#8217;s Grandma sent some homemade sauce and he was good enough to share the wealth.&nbsp; We made homemade pasta for the first time too;&nbsp; Didn&#8217;t come out bad for our first attempt.&nbsp; I&#8217;m not entirely convinced it was worth the effort, but it was kinda fun.&nbsp; We voted it &#8220;worth doing again.&#8221;&nbsp; Might branch out next time and mix in some garlic or basil or something a little saucier&#8230;<\/p>\n<p>Well the only tale of the weekend left to tell is of Gabe&#8217;s &#8220;Incident&#8221;, alluded to briefly during the previous paragraphs.&nbsp; I am sure nobody really wants to hear about my pup getting sick, but the scope of the horror was so gigantic that I really feel it bears re-telling.&nbsp; It all began with Doni taking him to that party Saturday night;&nbsp; At least that&#8217;s where I&#8217;m laying the blame.&nbsp; I don&#8217;t know exactly what went on in that den of iniquity known as the Plaza, but the poor boy was kind of out of sorts all day Sunday.&nbsp; Who knows, he might just take after me a little bit, which is to say he doesn&#8217;t like situations &#8220;out of the norm.&#8221;&nbsp; Take him out of his element and bad things could happen.&nbsp; At any rate, the pup pretty much just moped around all day Sunday.&nbsp; Then, about 4:30, I walked into the TV room to find a mess of such proportions that I still shudder to think of it.&nbsp; I&#8217;m going to give him the benefit of the doubt and say he puked, but in all honesty I&#8217;m not really sure what came out where.&nbsp; All I know is it was a bad scene; Poor Gabe was sitting there looking kind of sheepish, and there was a mess on the carpet, the drapes, the wall&#8230;&nbsp; Oh it was bad.&nbsp; I was so shocked I could just kind of manage a little gasp;&nbsp; &#8220;help&#8230; help&#8230;.&#8221;&nbsp; Doni came running in, surveyed the situation, and immediately turned and ran for a pair of rubber gloves and some cleaning supplies.&nbsp; Meanwhile, I headed to the garage to get a garden trowel and started shovelling.&nbsp; (Seriously&#8230;&nbsp; Shovelling.)&nbsp; We found ground zero back behind the drapes, which is generally considered &#8220;cat territory.&#8221;&nbsp; I was ready to push the blame off on Kane at that point, but I don&#8217;t think he is physically big enough to create an explosion of such magnitude.&nbsp; I swear, 2000 square feet of hardwood floors and the boy picks our new carpet and drapes to get sick on.&nbsp; What can ya&#8217; do.&nbsp; There doesn&#8217;t seem to be any permanent damage though&#8230; it&#8217;s &#8220;visible&#8221; but just barely.&nbsp; Not as bad as it coulda been;&nbsp; At first glance we were ready to condemn the house and move into a condo.&nbsp; The whole event just went to further solidify my belief that I never would have been able to handle a kid.&nbsp; Bottom line, no more parties for Gabe.<\/p>\n","protected":false},"excerpt":{"rendered":"<p>Given the brevity of last week&#8217;s update, I really feel obligated to post a veritable novel this week.&nbsp; But the problem is, I really didn&#8217;t do anything all weekend so I&#8217;ve got no subject matter.&nbsp; The only thing I&#8217;ve got to work with is my fantasy football draft Saturday night and the dog having an [&hellip;]<\/p>\n","protected":false},"author":2,"featured_media":0,"comment_status":"open","ping_status":"closed","sticky":false,"template":"","format":"standard","meta":{"ngg_post_thumbnail":0,"footnotes":""},"categories":[2],"tags":[],"class_list":["post-105","post","type-post","status-publish","format-standard","hentry","category-current-events"],"_links":{"self":[{"href":"https:\/\/www.pkenagy.com\/blog\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/posts\/105","targetHints":{"allow":["GET"]}}],"collection":[{"href":"https:\/\/www.pkenagy.com\/blog\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/posts"}],"about":[{"href":"https:\/\/www.pkenagy.com\/blog\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/types\/post"}],"author":[{"embeddable":true,"href":"https:\/\/www.pkenagy.com\/blog\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/users\/2"}],"replies":[{"embeddable":true,"href":"https:\/\/www.pkenagy.com\/blog\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/comments?post=105"}],"version-history":[{"count":0,"href":"https:\/\/www.pkenagy.com\/blog\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/posts\/105\/revisions"}],"wp:attachment":[{"href":"https:\/\/www.pkenagy.com\/blog\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/media?parent=105"}],"wp:term":[{"taxonomy":"category","embeddable":true,"href":"https:\/\/www.pkenagy.com\/blog\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/categories?post=105"},{"taxonomy":"post_tag","embeddable":true,"href":"https:\/\/www.pkenagy.com\/blog\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/tags?post=105"}],"curies":[{"name":"wp","href":"https:\/\/api.w.org\/{rel}","templated":true}]}}