I have a jetski, wet suit, wet boots, and wet gloves, but even I'm not that hard-core. Truth is my ski is in storage and I couldn't get to it if I wanted.
Got home from the bar about midnight Friday, shared some Christmas cheer with my friends and our wives/gf's. Mine was Corona w/lime.
Phone rings at 1:00 am, it's the ex-wife, she wants to leave at 5:00 am to meet. I know I said early, but.... I set the alarm for 5:30 am because she's always running late.
Phone rings at 5:28 am, wakes me up, "Did you leave yet?" I lie and say yes.
Shove off from Pittsburgh, I-79 North to Erie, I-90 East to the far side of Buffalo, cruise set on 80, Valentine ONE plugged in.
Pick up kids, turn around and do the same back home. Get home about 1:30 pm.
Daughter has no semi-dressy clothes with her, go to K-Mart (it's close, shaddup kid) to grab something, anything, for her to wear.
Get to my parents at 3:30, eat, drink, and be merry. My alcoholic aunt arrives already tuned up and with a half black-and-blue face from falling down her basement stairs again. All evening tells stories about me from my childhood (I'm 45), mostly untrue, that she thinks are funny. Wife leaves at 6:30 to sing in choir at 7:00 church service, gets back at 8:15. Finish opening presents. Wife leaves at 10:30 for 11:00 church service, we leave, dump presents at home, head for church.
In the middle of church service, the burglar alarm siren goes off. It arms itself daily at 11:00 pm, someone had called the alarm company to shut it off but they didn't. I go shut it off.
Get home at 12:15 am, I've been up for 20 hours on 4 hours sleep and drove 400 miles in the middle of it, and I'm still in a surprisingly good mood. Good thing I like coffee.
I could make a movie about it, but they already did Christmas Vacation.
S'all right, these are the "good ol' days" I'll talk about when I get old.
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