"WE TRIED TO FIND AN EXECUTIVE POSITION, BUT NO MATTER HOW SMOOTH WE TALKED..."

With sun returning to the "Greater Metropolitan Boston Area,"  it was clear we'd have to do things today other than sit around in bars and drink.  The bike was a bit dirty having had it's last bath in Oxford, Mississippi over 2,500 miles and 52 cases of beer ago, so it seemed only appropriate that it should be washed.  Cleaning a Harley with lots of chrome - dirty chrome - is a big task, so rather than do it ourselves we tricked one of Bob & Marie's kids, Jonathan, into helping - actually doing it all!  We figured this was an great opportunity  to showcase our management skills while also teaching Jonathan a valuable lesson - never trust your parents friends, they will just burn you!

After the bike was spotless and sparkling - thanks to Jonathan's hard work and our management - we all set off for the beach in Marie's car with the kids, chairs, umbrellas, an ice chest and God knows what else.  Now we're from Southern California so we know beaches, but the Atlantic coast is a bit different.   There were very few bikinis in sight, nobody was rollerblading, playing volleyball or lifting weights and let's just say the crabs were nothing like what Kevin was familiar with when he was in the army.  But we still had a BLAST sitting in the sun, yelling at the kids, drinking beer like no tomorrow and throwing the empties (along with the plastic six pack holders) at the seagulls.

When we returned home we barbequed up some chicken breasts and prepared some pasta fit for royalty (actually we didn't prepare it, Bob & Marie did, but it was another chance for us to show our management skills).    After dinner we left the kids with a half a gallon of ice cream, a stack of DVDs, the phone number of a neighbor and headed for the nearest bar.  After a few (dozen) beers we decided because of our exeperience to apply for management jobs at Victoria's Secret at the Mall - (why figured why not get paid for playing with lingerie?) but they were closed (ridiculous - it was only 11:30pm!) so instead we egged their windows and threw rolls of toilet paper around the front of the store.   Why should we care?  We're leaving Boston in the morning and by the time Bob & Marie tell them who did it, we'll be two states away in...

    
Child labor worked in the 1800's why not now?             Kevin advising the boys that Hawaii is not too far to swim.

    
This is why we only have had three kids we let live!                                      Victoria Secret's loss and Kevin's gain!

 

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  • 7/25/2007 9:51 AM Stephanie wrote:
    Let's face it, if you'd actually been applying at a carwash, you'd have probably gotten a job. Especially if Stacy was willing to work in a white t-shirt . If you can shake off those steadily depressin' low-down mind messin' workin' at the carwash blues, maybe you can get work as the whip-cracker in a sweat shop. You do know all about the intricacies of child labor law avoidance. Exhibit A, above.
    Well, I'm sorry that the people in Boston don't appreciate the fact that you're a genius, I guess they've got all that they can use. So, my advice to you is....
    Be nice to your friends, or you might be "Walkin' Back to Georgia," don't worry about the weather cause "Tomorrow's Gonna Be a Brighter Day." In the morning when the "Sun Come Up" remind yourself to capture the moment, because someday you'll only have "Photographs and Memories" of these "Six Days on the Road." And I know you worry about "Who Will Buy the Wine," but "What The Hell" you two already had a chance to "Wear Out the Turnpike" and did some time "In the Jailhouse Now." When you get back, and there's "One Less Set of Footsteps" on the road, we'll hang out. Just remember, my boyfriend is big and mean, so "You Don't Mess Around with Jim" unless you want it "The Hard Way Every Time."
    And I'm spent. Take more pictures. Drink more beer. Most importantly, remember to hang your sign out.
    NO MOLESTE
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