Strasburg, VA ... May Fest ...

It was a weekend for the Weird-Shit-O-Meter to swing over into the red at times.

I try to adhere to the old rule of "If you don't have anything nice to say about someone or something, then don't say anything at all." That is an extremely difficult rule for me to stick to, but, believe it or not, I really do try. So, I'm'a try and stick to it here as well.

I thought it would be neat to hook up with the Sisiggy Gang and visit Strasburg's May-Fest; then follow that up with a trip over to Front Royal to watch The Snow-Boyz battle it out in their soccer game against The Front Royal Team-That-Wore-Black-Shirts.

The weather was fairly good, though slightly cool when the breeze picked up. Aside of that it made a great prelim for what I was hoping to be a nice gathering to watch Jose (my nephew, aka Heir 2) march in Strasburg's May-Fest parade. Jose's in the drumline - 3rd bass (drum) for the Strasburg High School Marching Rams? or Marching-Dudes-In-Purple? When not bangin' his drum, or kickin' out some serious licks on his Strat, Jose will wait your table.

So... we made it to the parade route area, and attempted to hold our ground to view the event.

At this point I would LOVE to unload a bundle of expletives describing the locals, visitors and whatever else was present and felt the need to invade the personal space of my sister and I. Sis took off the gloves briefly, lost it, and went off on them! It was great! I'd also probably add a few comments about the redneck EMS vehicle operators who feel the need to blast their sirens every- ohhhhh... TWO FUCKING SECONDS!!!!

Sorry sorry.... I told you I try.

So here my tale jumps ahead in time.

We did see Jose, however, and it was good. ... and then... we left.

Since we were running early now, we headed back toward Toms Brook. The original plan (yeah... we make a lot of plans) was to head over to Front Royal from the parade, but since we left early we headed back over to Sis' place.

After a short hang-out period, it was over to Front Royal... To their soccer complex. How cool is that? They have a fuckin' Soccer Complex! We barely have 3 fields in the whole county over here!... AND they're all SHIT!!! Oooops oops... sorry sorry again...

After watching an embarrassing loss by our girl team, it was the Hampshire U-X (fill in your own number ... cause I have NO idea with this team!) team, which seems to consist of boys age 10 through 17!

Here is where I would describe the game.

(See the rule above for explanation why there is nothing about the game here.)

After the loss we headed back over to Sis' and ate chicken sauce... with a LOT of wings.

The sauce was good.

My dreams Saturday night pegged WAY into red on the Weird-Shit-O-Meter, by the way.