<p>I’m still trying to grok the fact that we got a dump phone call from SluggJr at the end of his first week of college (which was last Friday). I was surprised that he actually remembered us, but he did call. After five minutes of listening to him snarl about being bored on the weekend and something about being stuck in “the valley” with all of the “inbred ■■■■■■■,” (the boy wreaks of charm, doesn’t he?) I asked him what he wanted from us.</p>
<p>Yadda-yadda, two minutes later, he’s yammering about taking a Greyhound bus to Santa Cruz, and finally, he gets to the real reason why he called. He had a gig in LA, and he wanted to fly down this week, stay overnight for the performance, and fly back the next day. In order to accomplish all of this, he wanted to use one of our freebie frequent-flyer tickets. </p>
<p>I believe it was then that I hung up and put his phone number on my blocked call list. Then, I fired off an email about missing classes during the first full week of classes and having a deep-seated desire to fail Calculus forever and ever until the end of Eternity. </p>
<p>He got through on Monday when he called his father at work. He explained that he had personally signed two contracts for himself and his two friends in LA (who I’m pretty sure qualify as inbred ■■■■■■■) to do two performances down there. Since he did not want anyone showing up at the dorm to break his legs, he felt obligated to go.</p>
<p>So, he went – at least, we think he did. He should be back tomorrow. The next gig is during Midterms week. Other than that, he signed up for a rec class in welding, and his 4-H girlfriend wants to give him a goat. </p>
<p>I’ve lost track of who’s buying, but I’ll take one of each. :o</p>
<p>I chortled, spit, laughed so hard that i could not catch my breath. Now, there’s the slugg we all know and love (there is a book in you, ya just gotta write it). When I first started reading your post I thought your were selling all of sluggjr’s stuff. I thought to myself, damn, Slugg does not play sluggjr is going to have to make nice with evil neighbor if he wants to stay on the block.</p>
<p>Sybb, EvilNeighbors are forever on the sluggfamily S-list --lol. Actually, they’re on their own cosmic S-list because they have a daughter starting her sophomore year in h/s and a seventh grade son, the 4-foot tall kid for whom they installed a basketball hoop on their roof. </p>
<p>I’m not kidding, it’s on the damn roof nailed to a 4" by 4" post above the gutter! I guess, they’re hoping that it will make this kid grow faster and become the star athlete that his dad still hopes that he will become someday. He’s still under the delusion that coaching his kids’ teams will make them like him. </p>
<p>After playing on teams every year through elementary and junior high, their daughter quit basketball as soon as she started high school. Rather than shoot hoops over the house, the son prefers to stand in their driveway and ricochet a dodge ball off of their garage door. </p>
<p>Yup, that’s how it works. :D</p>
<p>P.S. Tomorrow, I’ll be sitting on top of an extinct volcano hoping that it won’t erupt before Happy Hour in Wailea. </p>
<p>SB, I just finished cleaning out my mailbox, and believe it or not, there were messages still in there from last year’s SACK (Sinner’s Alley Coffee Klatch). I don’t recall that anyone drank coffee, but that’s what we called it – a klatch with privileges. </p>
<p>Someone can make a life-size cutout of me, I will be happy to serve as your sluggy centerpiece. Just remember to fish me out of Mootie’s beer before you leave. </p>
<p>I asked SluggyH if he’d rather go to the Four Seasons Wailea or to Millie’s Kitchen, and he said, “Let’s go to Millie’s Kitchen!” The dog is already at the kennel, and I spent five hours today being horrified by the sight of my arm bags in a three-way mirror at Nordstrom’s. And, I already bought new sandals because the sole of my other pair actually fell off at sluggboy’s graduation while I was trying to look cool in front of the other parents and walk gracefully up the bleachers. It detracted from my coolness when one of my shoes disintegrated, and I blurted out the f-word before I remembered that my EvilIn-laws were right behind me. </p>
<p>Hawaii Checklist:
Bought no-iron, long-sleeved shirts from the ladies’ arm bag department at Nordstrom’s – check.
Bought sandals – check.
Dropped off the dog – check.
Cleaned out the slimy fish tank – not yet.
Cleaned out the fridge – not yet.
Cleaned the house – not yet.</p>
<p>Hey Slugg - I shall picture you swanning around the Shops at Wailea, lapping up $20 pina colada ice cream cones (I mean if you’ve already got the long sleeved shirts why not )… after snorting over the keyboard with laughter at your sluggson stories though, I really think you deserve 4 Seasons!!! Much envy </p>
<p>I found a great exercise for arm flaps…try it after you’re drunk, er, comfortable, sit in a chair, bend slightly forward, extend your arms behind you with your thumbs pointing up at the ceiling or sky or volcano, then move your hands towards each other (1/2") and back for a count of 70, after 3 or 4 days you will see a difference…sigh, aloha Slugg…:)</p>
<p>Arm flaps are preventable–just spend all your waking hours at the piano and you will have nicely rounded muscles. The downside–I have these back and neck pains…I think I’m gettin’ old.</p>
<p>Don’t sleep as well as I used to, either! :D</p>
<p>jmmom - Nah, they are all hanging out in the oak panelled Gentleman’s Club Room, down the hall…the blue cigar smoke occasionally sifts out, along with a few discrete (& discreet) coughs and the rattle of ironed newspapers…
Shhhhhh…</p>
<p>Girls, help me add a few posts to start a new page. Every time I open the page I get SBMom’s instructions on how to make it “nice and bendy and curved”. :eek:</p>
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The dog is already at the kennel, and I spent five hours today being horrified by the sight of my arm bags in a three-way mirror at Nordstrom’s. And, I already bought new sandals because the sole of my other pair actually fell off at sluggboy’s graduation while I was trying to look cool in front of the other parents and walk gracefully up the bleachers. It detracted from my coolness when one of my shoes disintegrated, and I blurted out the f-word before I remembered that my EvilIn-laws were right behind me. </p>
)… after snorting over the keyboard with laughter at your sluggson stories though, I really think you deserve 4 Seasons!!! Much envy 
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