We were invited next door to the BIL and SIL's house. My wife accepted, as usual. I heard the guest list, all right-wing Republicans, and decided, since I haven't been drinking, and I decided my back was hurting from wrestling with a cultivator in 90 degree heat all morning, so I declined.
I just don't need that shit right now. The gatherings usually go like, they'll ask me a question about something they know nothing about, and I'll explain what I know with facts (those sneaky, deceptive things) to the best of my ability. They then tell me I'm wrong, and start parroting Bill O'Reilly and Fox News talking points. Fuck 'em. I don't need that shit right now.
So, I started with a few cocktails and floated quietly in my 86 degree pool for a couple of hours. I should have run up to the fish store and grabbed a bag of top neck clams. Maybe this week-end. I used to throw a clam bake for about 40-50 people every year when we lived in Cleveland. The Fudd used to walk around with a plastic cup in his mouth begging for beer. And stealing anything that was left unattended. He had more than one hangover.
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