How I Spent My Summer Vacation!

Wow, it has been a busy Summer and early Fall. Work continues to be a bear. I now know why people go into their work places and kill everyone. If I hear one more complaint about the "seating chart", I am going to bring in a paintball gun and shoot everyone who has made my life hell over the past few months. I'm not sure that one gun will be enough though.

Socially, the Carrotpenis' have been really busy as well. Much of our Summer revolved around having drinks with good friends and hoping the kids weren't burning the house down while we were. The trip to NASCAR with Cowboy and friends was a great time (see post below). We also attended/hosted a bunch of impromtu, magarita happy hour parties that often turned into foolish late nights before a day of work parties. At 37, you'd think I would know better but alas I am still a certified dumbass. Mr. & Mrs. Fun thanks for organizing those events.

Had a couple wild evenings with Cowboy, his wife, my wife and other various friends. One memorable one involved the four of us running the majority of the dinner crowd out a small Italian restaurant due to our boisterous behavior at the adjacent bar. The girls ended up dancing on said bar and Cowboy's wife gave me a fabulous picture of her cleavage which can be seen above. There are also some other fun pictures that I am unable to share due to confidentiality reasons. This is of course assuming that Cowboy's wife does not blab to Mrs. Carrotpenis about any of my drunken shenanigans i.e. passing out at Nascar for 150 laps of race after overserving self at the hospitality tent, ever again. Otherwise, all bets are off.

We went to a Labor Day party at Fresh's in our old neighborhood that was great fun. The Fat Bastard was there and insisted on going out and getting the ingredients for Jager Bombs (Jagermeister & Red Bull) after everyone at the party already had plenty to drink. Then proceeded to organize the polishing off of the entire bottle of Jager in like 15 minutes. Subsequent highlights after the Jager was consumed include the following debauchery...Cowboy blacking out for the next two hours including the ride home. Fat Bastard mooning the entire party much to the chagrin of his somewhat sober wife. The tearing of Fat Bastard's shirt off by Fresh's drunk wife. Again, much to the chagrin of Fat Bastard's wife. Cowboy and Fresh's wives table dancing to 80's music on an outdoor pinic table. And finally, the unsuccessful spontaneous stage dive of Fresh's wife off of the picnic table into Fresh's unsuspecting arms; which resulted in a plunge onto the brick patio and a broken toe. Yeah, nothing like a quiet evening in the suburbs.
I will continue to update you all with the rest of my Summer fun next time. I also promise to include some more pictures.