This post comes to you with all the enthusiasm of a blind man entering a strip club. Of course, based on some of the strip clubs I’ve unfortunately been in during the early “bachelor party days” of my life (looking at you, Hi-Way Playground in Washington County, PA, circa 1996 with your free stage-side pizza), that’s probably a good thing. I digress.
Along with watching our nation slip further into the beliefs of a misogynistic far-right religious/political cult, I have been hitting the gym semi-daily and getting out for my photo creeps. And despite my days in the gym, my body continues to resemble the bloated, distended, stretched-out scrotal sack of a 95-year-old man. However, my photo creeps have been fun, and it’s been cool to capture not only birds doing bird stuff but also bees doing bee stuff.
Somewhere between all that gyming and creeping, we celebrated B’s high school graduation with a party in the picnic pavilion along the fields where he played his high school soccer. Although Wifey claims she nearly had a breakdown when the strong summer breeze threatened to fuck with her decorating plans, she did an amazing job planning the party and it was great to enjoy a beautiful summer day with good food, friends, and family.
With B’s party finally in the books, Wifey and I can now turn our attention to getting the most out of this summer before plotting a scheme to survive our future as empty nesters. But first, I need an enema and a quick drive-thru angioplasty; I ate way too much pulled pork this weekend, and my colon and arteries are plugged up like a truck stop shitter.
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All the photos here today were taken on recent photo creeps in Meridian Park. Yeah, I know they have nothing to do with this post (whatever this post had to do with), but it’s all I got.
Later.