Learned Foot+Beer+Fireworks=Hilarity! (Golfing Recap)
First off, Learned Foot does indeed own a chimney starter. It's also the only thing he has in his back yard that hasn't been used to launch fireworks.
And there were lots of fireworks. Loud screaming things. Two stage sparkly things. Things with little parachutes that gently float through the sky and land on the neighbors roof tops.
Then there were the loud boomy things that you drop down the sewer that causes shock waves through out the community.
We only had one instance when we did the duck and cover:
Learned Foot and Bill had this thing where they put a boat load of bottle rockets into a tube, then stuff in a sparkler to light them all off at the same time. They called it the "Tongue of Fire".
Well...I'm not sure what happened. Maybe it was the brats. Maybe the long day golfing in the sun. Maybe the beer... Definitely the beer. Anyway, LF shoves the lit sparkler into the bundle o' fireworks and some of them go off. Not all of them; some of them. As far as the rest of them, the wooden stabilizing sticks start on fire, causing some of them to readjust their trajectory to anything other than 'up'. Some just dropped to the ground. Then, the burning sticks lit the fuses and you had bottle rockets flying every where.
A good time was had by all.
The golf outing was a blast. I did horribly, and if it hadn't been for my team mates (The Surly Residual Forces of the Night) Triple A and The Night Writer, I wouldn't have had as good of a time as I did.
Of course, 18 holes is a lot of golf. Especially when you haven't golfed much in the last, oh, decade. By the 16th hole all I was interested in was being done. Let me put it this way: I'd have to shave twenty points off my game in order to just suck.
Others who participated were Team Comment Trolls: Rick S. and his non blogging team mates Mike G. and Nate B., Mark Yost and non blogging Bogus Doug (who I believe rescued me from the cellar), Learned Foot and Nihilist in Short Pants.
Hopefully I'll get some practice before next years event.
And there were lots of fireworks. Loud screaming things. Two stage sparkly things. Things with little parachutes that gently float through the sky and land on the neighbors roof tops.
Then there were the loud boomy things that you drop down the sewer that causes shock waves through out the community.
We only had one instance when we did the duck and cover:
Learned Foot and Bill had this thing where they put a boat load of bottle rockets into a tube, then stuff in a sparkler to light them all off at the same time. They called it the "Tongue of Fire".
Well...I'm not sure what happened. Maybe it was the brats. Maybe the long day golfing in the sun. Maybe the beer... Definitely the beer. Anyway, LF shoves the lit sparkler into the bundle o' fireworks and some of them go off. Not all of them; some of them. As far as the rest of them, the wooden stabilizing sticks start on fire, causing some of them to readjust their trajectory to anything other than 'up'. Some just dropped to the ground. Then, the burning sticks lit the fuses and you had bottle rockets flying every where.
A good time was had by all.
The golf outing was a blast. I did horribly, and if it hadn't been for my team mates (The Surly Residual Forces of the Night) Triple A and The Night Writer, I wouldn't have had as good of a time as I did.
Of course, 18 holes is a lot of golf. Especially when you haven't golfed much in the last, oh, decade. By the 16th hole all I was interested in was being done. Let me put it this way: I'd have to shave twenty points off my game in order to just suck.
Others who participated were Team Comment Trolls: Rick S. and his non blogging team mates Mike G. and Nate B., Mark Yost and non blogging Bogus Doug (who I believe rescued me from the cellar), Learned Foot and Nihilist in Short Pants.
Hopefully I'll get some practice before next years event.
Update:The Night Writer has this to say about the event.
Triple-A has this.
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Saturday, July 8, 2006
