That was an unusual weekend. \u00a0Unusual for me anyway, which means anything outside of going to the Brooksider and watching TV. \u00a0A little exercise, a little entertainment… \u00a0Weird. \u00a0I started off normal enough on Friday, with a trip down to the Brooksider. \u00a0I enjoyed the still unseasonably warm weather for a few hours out on the patio, then had some Jalapenos for dinner. \u00a0Solid evening in my book.<\/p>\n
Saturday morning I lounged around waiting for it to warm up, then Munkirs and I went on a mid-winter bicycle ride. \u00a0Two weekend rides in a row during January; \u00a0Can’t hardly beat that. \u00a0In addition to my new Garmin, this week I tried out my new cycling bibs. \u00a0Referred to as my “onesie” by Donette, this well could be the single most unflattering piece of clothing ever developed, even in the cycling realm. \u00a0Donette managed to snap one picture<\/a> of me trying it on, and that will be the last time it ever sees daylight. \u00a0OK, just kidding. \u00a0As you probably guessed from the hair, that isn’t really<\/strong> me. \u00a0I will actually never, ever, ever be seen in mine. \u00a0While Munkirs has been known to mow the lawn wearing his, and Martin commonly sports one playing tennis, (with one shoulder off no less,) I am a bit more discreet. \u00a0Much like Scotten’s man-girdle, some things just aren’t meant to be seen. \u00a0I opt to retreat to the basement, deadbolt the door behind me, throw it on, and then layer as many pieces of clothing on top as possible. \u00a0(I originally donned it in the spare bedroom, but I forgot about the full-length mirror in that room. \u00a0I inadvertently caught a glimpse of myself wearing the onesie, and that image will haunt me for years.) \u00a0Anyway, I must say, it is a quite comfortable garment, if a bit ridiculous looking. \u00a0Pile a few jerseys over it, nobody will ever be the wiser.<\/p>\n
![one picture<\/a> of me trying it on, and that will be the last time it ever sees daylight. \u00a0OK, just kidding. \u00a0As you probably guessed from the hair, that isn’t really<\/strong> me. \u00a0I will actually never, ever, ever be seen in mine. \u00a0While Munkirs has been known to mow the lawn wearing his, and Martin commonly sports one playing tennis, (with one shoulder off no less,) I am a bit more discreet. \u00a0Much like Scotten’s man-girdle, some things just aren’t meant to be seen. \u00a0I opt to retreat to the basement, deadbolt the door behind me, throw it on, and then layer as many pieces of clothing on top as possible. \u00a0(I originally donned it in the spare bedroom, but I forgot about the full-length mirror in that room. \u00a0I inadvertently caught a glimpse of myself wearing the onesie, and that image will haunt me for years.) \u00a0Anyway, I must say, it is a quite comfortable garment, if a bit ridiculous looking. \u00a0Pile a few jerseys over it, nobody will ever be the wiser.<\/p>\nAfter that bit of exercise, I picked up Donette and we headed down to Hamburger Mary’s<\/a> for some bingo. \u00a0This is a fund-raising event she is involved with, and it’s a pretty good time. \u00a0I even won a game this time! \u00a0Her family came down and joined us, as did the Browns. \u00a0Bingo wrapped up early, and then we joined the Browns in the adjacent room to hang out for a while. \u00a0It seemed a nice, quiet venue; \u00a0As a matter of fact, we were the only people in there. \u00a0Around nine the waiter dropped by and let us know “The dance club will be starting shortly.” \u00a0Mmm hmm. \u00a0And start it did. \u00a0As Donette and Kevin sat with their backs to the room and carried on their rapid-fire conversation, Carol and I sat in stunned silence watching the scene unfold before us. \u00a0I’ll just say… \u00a0Well… \u00a0We didn’t fit in. \u00a0We were there a good hour though, although it seemed more like four. \u00a0Hey, everybody needs a place to have a good time. \u00a0I can’t even begin to describe the crowd, and it’s probably best I don’t. \u00a0Seriously, where do you even buy leather shorts? \u00a0(Asks the guy that rode all over town wearing spandex bibs.) \u00a0Anyway, head over to their Facebook page if you dare, and check out the “Bear Bust” photo album. \u00a0And that’s all I have to say about that.<\/p>\nSunday we turned it down several notches. \u00a0We went and picked up our friend Susan, then joined Donette’s family down at Eggtc<\/a> for some breakfast. \u00a0It was crowded as always, but we didn’t have to wait horribly long despite the size of our group. \u00a0With a nice full belly, I headed home to pick up the dog, then went to the nearby\u00a0high-school to play some ball. \u00a0She was in rare form Sunday too; \u00a0We played for a solid hour and then I still had to practically drag her home to get her to quit. \u00a0Once home though, she wiped out on the couch for the rest of the day. \u00a0Seemed like a reasonable idea, so I joined her.<\/p>\n","protected":false},"excerpt":{"rendered":"That was an unusual weekend. \u00a0Unusual for me anyway, which means anything outside of going to the Brooksider and watching TV. \u00a0A little exercise, a little entertainment… \u00a0Weird. \u00a0I started off normal enough on Friday, with a trip down to the Brooksider. \u00a0I enjoyed the still unseasonably warm weather for a few hours out on […]<\/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-1217","post","type-post","status-publish","format-standard","hentry","category-current-events"],"_links":{"self":[{"href":"https:\/\/www.pkenagy.com\/blog\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/posts\/1217","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=1217"}],"version-history":[{"count":1,"href":"https:\/\/www.pkenagy.com\/blog\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/posts\/1217\/revisions"}],"predecessor-version":[{"id":1218,"href":"https:\/\/www.pkenagy.com\/blog\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/posts\/1217\/revisions\/1218"}],"wp:attachment":[{"href":"https:\/\/www.pkenagy.com\/blog\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/media?parent=1217"}],"wp:term":[{"taxonomy":"category","embeddable":true,"href":"https:\/\/www.pkenagy.com\/blog\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/categories?post=1217"},{"taxonomy":"post_tag","embeddable":true,"href":"https:\/\/www.pkenagy.com\/blog\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/tags?post=1217"}],"curies":[{"name":"wp","href":"https:\/\/api.w.org\/{rel}","templated":true}]}}](\"http:\/\/pkenagy.com\/images\/bib-shorts.jpg\"){kind=link}