This is gonna be a weird post.
Today my Downtown friends and I will say goodbye to our brother.
A brother who was 12 years younger than me.
His ashes will be raised onto the beam above the bar at Blind Bear next to Jeannette’s dad Rick’s ashes.
One day I want my ashes to sit next to theirs.
Which makes me realize something.
I need a will.
My friend Nate had parents alive to approve his plan. I have no one. My mom died 6 years ago this month. I have no brothers or sisters. I have no children. Hell, I don’t even have a pet.
Anyone know how to get a will done?
I once saw a late-night TV commercial that offered a will consultation, an AOL.com membership, a 24-pack of adult diapers, and a bucket of Miller Lite at the corner table at Max’s Sports Bar for one low price. Anyone have that 1-888 number?
So anyway, as I understand it, the Bear will open for brunch 11-2 then close down 2-3 to prepare for Nate’s celebration. Probably I’ll lead off at Bardog then head over about 2:30 with Butt Slut #1. The Bear will be closed at the time but we know people.
Oh… that reminds me…
Yesterday I was telling Butt Slut #1 how at least 4 of the 120 mini corn dogs being served at Nate’s celebration have “Paul Ryburn” written all over them and they’re gonna be doused in mustard (his favorite condiment).
“I hate mustard,” she responded.
WHO DOESN’T LIKE MUSTARD?????
Ketchup I can understand. It’s a child’s condiment. But mustard?
What a weirdo. She doesn’t deserve to be an American. Can we extradite her someplace? I hear Mongolia is nice this time of year.
Goal for today: Force-feed Butt Slut #1 a mini corn dog covered in mustard.
The Tigers got a 69-59 win over ECU yesterday, but it was ugly. Coach Penny is getting a new shoe.
Jazz vs. Grizzlies, 5 today, Bally Sports SE.
Purple Drank is back on tap at Max’s Sports Bar.
Sorry this blog has sucked lately. I’ll try to do better.