Sunday, September 27, 2009

Full Disclosure And My Lame Excuse


I did some research and as it turns out, the parks does close at 11:00. All you have to do is read the fine print. So I'm an idiot. (Big, unexpected revelation.) The security guy is still a douche, though, just to be clear. (Click the pic if your life is so sad that you actually wanna read it.)

While we're on the subject, it seems that I habitually violate Rule 2, Part A, although I conform on Part B. I don't want to get into Rule 3. As a matter of fact, this thing is scaring the shit outta me and I don't wanna go any further. But I am curious to know if you can potentially go to jail for a misdemeanor. (Rules 6, 7 and 17-A, could put me away for life.)

Lame Excuse:

Except for a coupla super-short neighborhood trips, I haven't been on a bike for 2 weeks. Super lame, I know.

But as part of our weird transitional housing phase (that is apparantly destined to drag on for years), we tore down our old garage and built a new garage and it has been a full year since I've had anything that resembles a shop and I need one so the last coupla weeks has been a full-on, burning-the-midnight-oil-and-candle-at-both-ends push to put something together because winter is bearing down and I have some bike projects that gotta get done.

Finally, I can see the light at the end of the tunnel.


Mike S said...

You got my memory going. I seem to recall a certain festivity that we promoted several years ago in that very same park. If you recall we had a bonfire in the freshly fallen snow, and it got quite rowdy into the late night hours thanks to coffee and some other choice beverages.

Pat, I don't remember if you were still there when the rent-a-cop showed up at around 1:00 AM. The guy was actually quite friendly. He informed us that the park closed at 11:00PM and to please put out our fire, clean up our mess and leave ASAP. He stood around and BS'd with us while we tidied up.

Was it the same fascist as the one who told you to leave? Probably not, but it sounds like they're getting tougher on scoundrels like us.

Jason Gilman said...

Pat that's a sweet looking vise and workspace. More power (in the form of outlets) is always a good thing too!

Hank Greer said...

Brings back memories:

Sign, sign, everywhere a sign
Blocking out the scenery breaking my mind
Do this, don't do that, can't you read the sign?

Pat S said...

Mike, I was gone by the time he showed up. I remember you telling me that he was cool and I have no doubt, because I remember that my dog had cut her foot and was running around bleeding all over the snow . . . the place looked like a damn murder scene. Totally definitely not the same guy.

Jason, you and I think alike . . . no such thing as too many outlets.

Hank, dead on.

Anonymous said...

Mr. S,

I would like to apologize for my behavior the other night in the park. It wasn't about you, but I can see now how you would have misconstrued my attention.

I guess your dog hasn't explained anything either. She's probably not even mentioned me at all. That bitch.

Be that as it may be, I will try to strike a more professional demeanor, and keep my personal life to myself.

I would ask that you exit the park by 11:00 in the future, to prevent future misunderstandings. And please keep that two-timing dog out of my sight.


Officer Marksalot Douchebag

Pat S said...

Dear Marksalot:

I appreciate your feeble attempt at an apology. I truly believe that you are doing the best you can, given the irreversible damage that was done to you during breast feeding or potty training or maybe some obscene combination of the two.

Let me emphasize that this is in no way personal. I'm just trying excercise my right to excercise my dog.

That being said, please be aware that from this point forward, I will be packing a spud gun. Any attempt on your part to intimidate me with your lame flashlight will be met with my attempt to knock your block off with a russet.

I will make every attempt to be out of the park by 11, but it's not something I can promise. I suspect that there is a confrontation in our future.

Until then, yours truly,

Mr. S