Got around to it.

Morning:

A quick reflection on last night:

We have been day drinking on the lake a lot. When we get back there is an amazing dinner that happens. Mysteriously. A lot of fart jokes happen. Literally, Buff was lighting his actual farts with a lighter. That was a thing last night. And then my father get’s everyone super high. He was amazing last night. Everyone got pounded. Losing your train of thought mid sentence. Laughing so hard, two seconds later forgetting why you were laughing and then laughing harder at that. We all lost our mind. But dad was quick witted as hell and owned the place. It’s not the first time I’ve seen him be the biggest mind in the room. The funnest guy at the bar. Everyone wants to be him. Loves just being around him. I’ve seen it before, but goddammit it’s cool.

It’s a weird thing to be proud of your parent. Specially for that. But I am.

Evening:

 A quick reflection on tonight:

Buff won. There was a quiet contest of inebriation vs will. It came down to Buff, Dad and I. Dad crashed on the couch after the very first Simon and Garfunkel song (we were playing guitars and waxing intellectual).

We talked philosophy. We talked music. Most of the guys talked cars. This was a day full of fishing. And it was awesome. I will remember Buff and my father from this trip until the day that I die.

Quick quote though, “Hey Dave, if you ever want a manager for a live comedy show, I’m your man, dude.” Buff

…I need to talk more about Buff. Remind me.