Afterglow 2011 - Day 2 Sunday

Kevin loves Pabst Blue Ribbon. I don't know if I have made that clear yet so here is some proof. You would think he would pick something current because he wasn't alive in 1893 when it was voted America's Best Beer. But Kevin is just like PBR - timeless and classic.

Like a freaking medical epidemic that sweeps the globe in Hollywood movies, hooping caught on scary style. Soon Stefani and Maddie picked one up and started shaking their hips to the music and kept the hoop elevated. I even joined in the fun to prove that I can still hang with the youths. But I never claimed to be good at anything that involves moving so spinning one around my forearm is the best that I can do. That's why I sit here and write about other people doing it. Story of my life pal. Whatever man. I'm over it.

When I say that everyone and their Mom is getting into the act I mean it. You already saw my Mom hooping but I know you came to this site hoping to see Kevin's Mom Carol shake her hips and get down. Whether or not you admit it, you know that you love it.

Apparently hooping is hard work. I wouldn't know. That's why Kevin is all partied out on the ground. That or he had one too many PBRs. But I would think that by this point he would have built up an immunity to the blessed drink. He must have because that's all he drinks. So I'm going to say it's the hooping. How else does he keep that svelte physic? You gotta look good to pull off jeanpris after all. And Kevin does that in spades.

We don't hang out on the dock much. Probably because we aren't 1910's wives bidding farewell to their husbands who were leaving on ships to go overseas to fight in World War I. These girls aren't like those women. That's a silly idea. Why did you think that?

My Mom is an incredible person. Not only does she let me stay at her house rent free (housing the poor), she lets me root through her fridge and cupboard (feed the poor) and she listens to me when I have had a bad day (console the poor). Only that she does this for actual poor people, not just 30 year old freeloaders. And on top of that she can hoop with the best of them. Superman ain't got shit on her. Who cares if that underwear wearing bastard can leap tall buildings in a single bound? My Mom can just go around them. And she doesn't crumble when exposed to kryptonite.

I love being able to put videos on this site. When I first started this website in 2002 (geez has it really been 10 years?) it was as basic as it gets with technology. Then I could only do 30 second videos on my digital camera. Now I pretty much have no limits. Basically the point is that even though I can post videos I still like still pictures because they don't tell the whole story. So without the video you wouldn't know that Brian couldn't hoop his way out of a paper bag and Jenny could keep hooping long enough to power a small village. But you are privy to that info now. You lucky son of a bitch.

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I consider myself to be a consumer of popular culture although I do feel like time has passed me by. I can't name one Justin Bieber song and I have no idea why Kim Kardashian is famous. So I guess it would not come as no surprise to me why hooping has made a comeback. Wasn't that all the rage in the 1950's when every kid dreamed of being Hopalong Cassidy and played songs on the jukebox at the diner? Did this thing manage to make a comeback without me noticing? I guess so, because Kelly and Stefani were digging it. They were good at it too, which implies that it's been around for a while.

Even though Kevin was pointing and cackling at Brian earlier, both of them knew it meant nothing. They were able to look beyond that and Kevin slung his arm around his LP. Their bond is stronger than a momentary lapse of heckling. They're in it for life man. Don't look so  surprised. Accept it.