Fellatio? Who's That?

Alright...so...yeah.

I think the best part about my weekends is that no matter how much planning or thought goes into anything there is absolutely no way that I can have any idea what the hell is going to happen by the time Sunday night rolls around. It's a safe bet nothing too crazy is going down. Nothing going to get out of hand. But there's really no way of telling exactly which way any one event is going.

Examples from the past two weekends.

Last Friday at noon I had decided to take it easy and not really do anything that weekend. It had been a rough week. Seventeen hours later I had won a hundred bucks in a poker game, snagged a strippers phone number, driven to Vernon for no apparent reason, and made it into work early enough that I managed to pass out at my desk for fifteen minutes.

This Sunday at 2:00 I was planning on getting a bus and taking a group of kids bowling. 9 hours later we had stolen my father's Hummer, started what would turn into a 7 hour long joke about blow jobs, played skee-ball, interrupted a priest's homily with spontaneous bouts of laughter, gone 80 mph up Route 3 to make a movie on time, and convinced a police officer he needed to use his weapon to get the girls to hurry up so we weren't late for said movie.

Like I said...it's sort of tough to see where my weekends are going nowadays.

Wouldn't have it any other way.

In a brief postscript:

There are very few things in my life that have brought me the joy working with the Antioch Team has. Every year since I've been there we've tried to keep the group together once the weekend is over. It never works. The friendships you make don't necessarily go away, but the banner of team, the cohesiveness you develop working with these people over a long period of time begins to wear away.

I've always said the saddest thing in the world is finding out that the only thing you had in common with someone you called a friend is that you happened to be in the same place at the same time.

It's an uncomfortable thought. One which puts me in an odd position over and over again. We never keep the team together, they usually all stay friends, some stay close, others drift away. And for years we would say, "This will be the year. This will be the year." And then when it wasn't we would say, "Next year. Next year." All the while sort of knowing that it is what it is. So there were no expectations this year. No hope really.

But things change...things surprise you sometimes.

We're not all that far removed and its been a struggle every step of the way, but who knows?

Maybe this...maybe this will be the year.

You can never really tell, now can you?