epic saga saturday

my saturdays are turning into epic quest of adventure and booze. it started with james and breakfast, and then... we went to the wine-making store, where i bought an ayinger oktoberfest, a rauchbier, and a six-pack of new castle cans. we then went to pine tree park (stephen and james and i) and sat upon some pine needles and drank a couple of beers. then back to the city. i borrowed stephen's bike, which i far too small for me and has no brakes, and headed to the westside, with a half pint of jack in my back pocket. the westside street fair was as cool as anything can be over there, so it was lame, but the group i met up with enjoyed a couple of drafts and french fries at the kopper top, and then off to OKTOBERFEST!!! of course i plowed right in, but my companions held back, because they were out of cash munny. i wasn't rich, but there was wurst and erdinger and polka for christ sakes! i ran into danny the dutchman, and drank beers with him a minute, then danced the polka with an octogenarian. off i went to putt putts, a bar that looks real rough on the outside, but isn't that foul on the inside, except for the staff and patrons. so i left and stopped by what i thought was a party, but was in fact a mother and father and their two sons. they gave me beer and i gave them some good ol' reynolds bullshit, because at that point i was quite drunk. i finished the jack on their porch, and stuffed a reds rye in my pocket for the epic ride home. at some point when i was downtown i sat down on a curb and fell asleep. but i woke up and struggled up the hill, only to find a giant box of useful things on the side of the road. i dragged it down to my pal dan's porch, promising to retrieve it when i had a vehicle, and then finally went home. the whole day just seemed epic and long.
sunday i got called gay by a tough guy. that was mean. pancakes and singer song writer and more beer followed.
this morning i saw a praying mantis.