Poop Shute

101 Things To Do

I bought this book a few months back called 101 THINGS TO DO BEFORE YOU DIE
It's a hell of a lot of fun stuff. It has you do all kinds of things that everyone really SHOULD do, and a handful of silly things that most of us might not have considered doing. The book has you travel the world, write a book, learn a language, master a musical instrument, etc, etc. On the sillier side it has you get arrested, skinny dip, write your name over a star on the Walk Of Fame in chalk, and do a "Monopoly Board Pub Crawl" across London.

Last night the girls and I did #43 at one in the morning. This item states that you should throw a dart into a map and go to that location. This item is broken into a local trip and a global trip. Last night we did the local trip. Lady fate had us go to the Arizona Country Club on 56th and Thomas.

Noel and I wanted to hang out on the golf course for a bit, and it being 1 am, we had to hop a fence, much to Meg's deep and personal nervouseness. She has this crippling fear of being caught by the Po-Po. Noel and I tried to assure her that even if we were caught they would just kick us out, and there is no way we would be doing item #23 (Get Arrested). That's when Meg explained that it's the scolding we would receive that freaked her out more than actual legal repercussions. Weirdo.

So we laid out a blanket and candles in a sandtrap and looked at the stars... both of them. Sadly for us, star-gazing in Phoenix is about as productive an endeavor as trying to create world peace by invading all countries who oppose us...

HOLY CRAP! It's only just this second occured to me that the United States philosophy regarding establishing peace is much the same as The Galactic Empire's in the original Star Wars Trilogy. The Empire invaded and conquered under the guise of establishing peace in the galaxy. A kind of "be peaceful, or die" attitude.

Wow, so when I said that Bush is Vader and Cheney is The Emperor those years ago, I was closer to the mark than I realized.

Creepy.

Anyway. On the way out Meg slipped in some mud and fell hard on her butt. My first impulse was to laugh my ass off, but I was actually worried she might be hurt. When I asked if she was okay, she whispered very sharply to be quiet, that people would hear me. Having established she was fine, I laughed. A lot.

Ah #43. Good times.