Camping with Dad

The Brewers were playing in Houston against the Astros, so I suggested that we stop somewhere to catch some of the game. If you are a faithful visitor to this site, then you know that my Dad and I always go to Hooters. We went there, but they didn't have the MLB package (this is Packers country). Even though the girls are hot, I can't patronize a place that doesn't show the Brewers games.

I found a stick that was good for poking the fire. This stick would become my best friend for the weekend. A best friend that you stick into the fires of hell then pull them out while they burn before you. Someone had to make the sacrifice for the greater good.

It was raining pretty hard but it would take a lot of rain to dampen my spirits and kill the rage within me. I had my fire burning nice and hot and the fire within me (thanks to the whiskey) was also going strong, so neither could be put out by the deluge of water falling from the sky. That just means that I was granted a free rage pass and nothing, not even Mother Nature herself, could stop me from raging it that night.

You could barely see Lake Michigan because of the elements. Luckily I had my booze blinders on and I couldn't see much of anything anyway. Not that there is much to look at anyway. It's just a big body of water. I don't mean to knock it, but it's just a lake.

Plenty of people sell firewood along the road to Point Beach State Park. I bought 3 bundles at $2 each from this shack. They had a sign up and a video camera in the corner, so I knew that they were serious about people stealing their shit. So I didn't. It is a crime.

So we went to the Titled Kilt. The girls are just as hot as Hooters although at this place they wore kilts and white button down shirts instead of orange shirts and tank tops. But sadly my attention was focused solely on the Brewers. Maybe that's why I'm still single...

I don't usually drink whiskey. Rum is my drink of choice. When I drink whiskey bad things happy. Bad things like writing my name and Satan's name on a log and sacrificing them both to the Dark Lord while dancing around the fire in the rain. My Dad didn't appreciate my devious behavior (he raised me Catholic after all) so he tried to ignore it. But it is really hard to ignore a large drunken idiot gallivanting around in the night.

My Dad was sleeping inside of the camper, so I was left alone with the power of fire to be up to no good. Since I also had a ready supply of whiskey, there was no way this night would end well...

I took my mug of whiskey and I walked shirtless to the beach. I'm not comfortable being topless among skinny people but luckily it was dark, it was raining, it was late and I live in Wisconsin.

It was a Friday so I said that we drive up to Green Bay and go to Oneida Casino. I played blackjack for easily over an hour and in the end went down about $20. I got even (actually $1 up) but putting $20 on black on roulette. James told me to put it on black 13 and it actually landed on black 13! But I just put it on black and I doubled my money. Had I done what James said I would have won $700!