It took me about three weeks, but I managed to drag my ass down to the beach for Memorial Day. I must be a fool to have come down here. I mean, gosh, it sure is miserable. Actually, I couldn't be happier. The waves were powerful, the beer stayed cold, the ladies were wonderful, the sun was shining, and the bikinis were lovely. Dave, Jon, Kevin and I made the 45 minute trip. Then stayed most of the day. I didn't manage to pick up any sunscreen before we left, but thankfully Kevin looks as though he's never seen the sun. He had me covered. I still burnt, though not nearly like I would have. It was a great day, and hopefully this will become a weekly or biweekly type occasion.

Chris and I went down to the Reds game last night. They got a much needed win over the Dodgers, 8-1. Woo-Hoo! I thoroughly enjoyed myself. Chris had fun too, playing the role of "My Bitch." Basically since I paid for everything, I made him get all the beers. All-in-all we had a great time