This weekend was hot. Unbearably hot. In fact, I have lived here in the DC metro since the end of 1987 and I really can’t remember a time when it was hotter. So I decided to look it up and what do you know…this is the hottest it has been since the summer of ’87. So it literally was the hottest day I could remember here in the metro area. Lucky me.
It was so hot that just a short walk from the front door to my car had me dripping with sweat on Friday night. That is never a good way to start the evening. Luckily, Deb was suffering from food poisoning and we were planning to spend the night just hanging out at her place. Sorry Deb. 🙂 Poor girl picked up some kind of bug while we were at the beach last week and was still getting her ass kicked by it all weekend. I felt so bad for her too as she was really suffering and there wasn’t anything I could do to help except not get between her and the can.
Because of her need to stay close to indoor plumbing we just hung out on Friday night and most of Saturday. We spent the time just hanging out on the couch, playing with Ripley and catching up on some of our shows on the DVR. Another stroke of luck was that I had the 2nd season of Damages sitting there waiting to be watched from Netflix. I really freakin’ love that show and we watched the first 9 episodes of the season this weekend.
By early Saturday evening Deb was feeling well enough that we could venture out. We headed over to P and Red’s as they were having a little get together at their place. It was right at the 100º mark when we set out and with the heat index it was around 110. In other words…really friggin’ hot. When we got there just about everyone was inside in the air conditioning. Deb headed inside and that was where she stayed for most of the time we were there. She was still feeling pretty bad but she wanted to at least come and visit for a while.
As soon as we walked in I was jumped on by a bunch of the people who weren’t at the beach when we were last week. They wanted to see “the video”. So poor P and Red were subjected to more ridicule for the first few minutes. It is no wonder that P got out from behind his newly installed bar and headed out into the heat.
A bunch of us grabbed our drinks and followed him out to the Horseshoe Pit in his backyard. As a bit of back story, I hadn’t lost a match here in over 2 years (I hadn’t lost a match of Ladderball or Horseshoes up until that little 13 year old girl showed me up on the 4th of July). I owned this game and I talked enough shit to really let everyone know it too.
We paired off and played a few games and, even though I talked a big game, I lost a match to Mike and AC. It was still a scorcher at around 7pm when we were all out there playing and we couldn’t drink our cocktails fast enough. P had been making us frozen margaritas and they would actually be warm before you could finish them…yeah, it was THAT hot.
I was completely drenched with sweat by the time our last game rolled around. Even though my shirt was soaked through and I was getting just devoured by the insects I did pull off a pretty great shot that allowed me to get my title back. AC got to toss before me and he hit a ringer and his second shot was only a couple inches off the stake. He would have ended up with 4 points and pretty much sealed up the match. But I stepped up and tossed and landed a ringer that was leaning up against the stake on top of his (mine is the B horseshoe in the picture). Instead of him pulling in the 4 points for his team I pulled in 3 and nullified his nice toss. There was lots of name calling after that.
Deb was starting to feel really crappy right after that so we said our goodbyes and headed home. As we were driving back to Deb’s I realized that I was pretty shitfaced. I hadn’t felt like I was all that loaded while we were all standing around in that heat but as soon as the AC kicked on and I sat down I knew I was a bit beyond tipsy. Deb, even though she was feeling terrible, was still able to laugh at me as I stumbled around and made an ass of myself before we both passed out. Deb passed out from the exhaustion of 4 days of being sick and I…well, I just passed out from being a drunken mess.
I was really thankful that when I woke up on Sunday there was no sign of a hangover and Deb was finally over her sickness. She was feeling well enough to hold down solid food for the first time in five days so she made us some breakfast. I knew she was feeling like her old self when I smelled the bacon. That sweet, sweet smell of bacon.
So we just spent the day hanging around under the blanket on her couch and making sure that she was back to 100% for work on Monday. It was a nice and relaxing day. We didn’t really pay much attention to the thunderstorm that was raging outside in the afternoon. We barely noticed when the temperature dropped 20 degrees in about 5 minutes. And we barely noticed the beautiful night that Sunday turned out to be. But Deb was feeling great when she headed off to work this morning…so it was well worth it.