Took the day off and went to Padre Island.
It was a fine day.
The wind blew 50 miles an hour from the north and if you happened to be standing where there was loose sand to be had (we were) it hit your lower legs at that precise magnitude and stung the crap out of your calves.
Keeping our positive side predominante we hastened to the nearest Circle K and bestowed upon ourselves the gift of beer. Thank you Jesus for Beer.
Had ourselves a little praise time on the Beach.
After about an hour, we were feeling pretty Pumped on the Most High and in turning back to go home were completely Inspired to get pierced.
Stopped into a surf/piercing joint and started grilling the hapless Iranians about prices and locations etc. Complete con artists.
We ended up having to pee too bad to stick around and by the time we got back the Inspiration had left us. Besides, I couldn't think about what I should do it on. What's good?
A happy surprise waited at home in the form of Marky, Niki and Tony.
Golly bob howdy, but we're gonna rock out with our c**ks out.
Thank you God.