We met @ Jaron’s place on Friday, October 16th. I was a bit fashionably late, but strangely early at the same time! We snagged some Wyld beers and cranked up the firepit in his back yard to quell the nippy evening. Next, Joe rolled in around 9-ish and started into his elk hunting story when Greg showed up bringing a 4-pack of (naturally, I can’t remember) Belgians. They were 12oz white bottles I believe, two different types. And sometime before 10 Mr. Gary Green made a surprise appearance (somebody had to tell jokes around the campfire!). While Greg didn’t ride his Ducati that evening, he did talk about the thrill of dropping from 6th gear 200mph down to a first gear hairpin riding it on a track. We weren’t quite sure about whether that would be fun or crazy stupid.
Jare had made some tasty curry chicken in the crockpot all day and he was the only one who read the entire book (in his youth). He re-read bits of it this time around. Gary and I both read up to 8 o’clock. We all thought it was interesting and a bit juvenile. I liked how old it was which lent to the fairytaledness of it all. (See the chapter about the grey goose, the sausage, and the cock–really!)
Joe got into town the evening before from his elk hunt where he bagged one and gutted it himself in the field–what a REAL man! Heck, he could probably hold his own against Sarah Palin! I’m just looking forward to the elk steaks. He was ready with not three but about twenty offerings–so many he had to take notes! Of course, I don’t remember all of those either. I think the vote was put to us in the end of the one we picked, a fictional account of warring tribes in Africa, and a 50′s account of race in the south “Black Like Me”. I think the “Hedonism Handbook” was in there too. Probably worth a second look…
Jare and I finished the evening by splitting two games of darts in his garage listening to his fine (ancient) sound system.
The next meeting was picked to be Friday November 13th (Oooo!) at the Man Cove. I reserve the right to bump that to Thursday the 12th because I might not be in town Friday night. I’ll know a week in advance.
Thanks!
I thought we were reading freakonomics – it is the little pic up above
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Nope, Jason is just a slacker…..
The Beer Lover’s Prayer:
Our lager, which art in barrels… hallowed be thy drink. Thy will be drunk, I will be drunk, at home as I am at book club. Give us this day our foamy head and forgive us our spillages as we forgive those who spill on us. And lead us not to incarceration, but deliver us from hangovers. For thine is the lager, the pilsner, and the ale, forever and ever, Barmen.
Yes, I’m a slacker. I’ll get it on.