It's no Camaro RS

Sometimes your friends do really quite alright in life; maybe they buy a big ol' house or a benz or something... and then sometimes friends buy something like this...

Jim called me Saturday to ask if I had spoken to Jason recently. I said "yeah here and there..." and he said "did he mention a Ferrari?"

Why?

"Here I am sitting in a fertilizer truck (Jim works at the Trenton Co-op) and I swear he just drove by me in a Ferrari."

Hmm.

As it turns out, Jason does indeed own a Ferrari.

I told Jason, "you know, when you buy a Ferrari, it's ok to call and tell your friends."

So congrats to Jason.

I may be killed for this post

In case you missed it, the current header of the blog reads "Bike Ramp Over A Cheeseburger Stand Franeytown, OK". Franeytown doesn't exist, and if it did, it would probably be in Colorado. Franeytown is actually a figment of my imagination, inspired by a friend - Mr. Jim Franey.

I've taken quite a few vacations with Mr. Franey; all of them out west. The usual vacation crew these days consists of myself, Franey, Dave, and Brent (Hello, Stalker). Often on these vacations someone will bring up the question of why we all bother to live in the plains states - a question we cannot answer.

After researching parks to visit on our last westward vacation, I struck upon the idea of having our own settlement... it all happened in an email to the group:

Anyway, I know there's plenty of national park options, but i thought i'd throw that out there too. i guess we all need to figure out why we're living in the middle of nowhere, when it's obvious that everything cool is out west. let's all migrate, and maybe start our own town, and we'll call it Franeytown, and I get to be the Attorney General, or something, and we'll all get city vehicles to drive, and maybe our town logo could be a bear riding a buffalo, or something cool like that. i want a chevy lumina with a bear riding a buffalo crest on the side. and a siren. and maybe a flashing blue light.

we need a motto too, if you guys get any ideas.

Dave had a motto idea immediately:

How about Franeytown - 50% of us try to pee on the floor.

That's another story... Franey responded:

I'm just gonna warn you a-holes that I may piss on the floor in our Vegas hotel. If there is no toilet paper in the morning then please do not ask any questions. Unless the restroom is carpeted then I will not be using the tp. Apparently, all of you have forgotten that it is now cool to piss on the floor. I've started a new american past time that is sure to replace baseball.

President
Franeytown

Later, Dave and I were trying to figure out where to go on vacation next, which lead to this conversation:

Anyway, I thought it was cool. Unfortunately they don't have any stops in Franeytown, but that's just because we haven't built the worlds largest bike ramp that goes over a cheeseburger stand yet. Or whatever other attractions you think will be good for Franeytown... we've got to make money somehow. Maybe a place where you can shoot paintballs at old ladies or something. Or a place where you can push old ladies in wagons down the worlds largest bike ramp that goes over a cheeseburger stand and then try to shoot them with paintballs... kinda like skeet shooting except with old ladies and wagons and cheeseburgers.

I'll put that on the agenda for the first townhall meeting, if that's ok with you guys.

Mike

Dave's Response:

Excellent idea for the attraction but we could go even grander! Franeytown 2: The country.

I've started making arrangements

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and my final response:

I'm ok with this, as long as we claim that restaurant on the katy trail as part of franeytown country. Franeytown Country is a bad name for a country... I suggest "The Conderation of Franey-Inspired Localities"

Then we'll all get our own towns and localities, like mine: Bitten-In-Half, Crawfish.

Call John Cougar, we're gonna need a song to inspire the locals.

A bit later, when we were headed out to Vegas, I decided to print up some Franeytown City Council T-Shirts. I thought it would be a fantastic way to unleash some pent-up Franey-Fury.

Then I didn't bother with the T-shirts. There are some designs out there, though.

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This isn't the first time my friends and I have conspired to create our own locality - perhaps later I'll write about the underground trailer guarded by pandas. Or the Canyons and apache helicopters. Or the time we jumped our Burros off Red Rock Canyon.

While I'm on the topic...

In a couple weeks I'm having 4 friends come from the St. Louis area to visit for my birthday; We plan to spend a Saturday afternoon at Brugge drinking, watching a bit of soccer, and eating good food. Afterwards, we'll probably all retire to my house for a nap. Together. Naked. I didn't tell them that part. It's a birthday surprise.

THE QUESTION:

Saturday evening is wide open, we're all pretty cheap bastards, and we need something to do. We are generally quiet people who prefer bars where you can actually hold a conversation. If you had a group of 5 guys in need of a way to spend a Saturday evening in Indy, where would you go? Duck pin bowling? It's a possibility, but that basement is sort of creepy, really. But it's on the list anyway.

By the way, if anyone reading this wants to join in, let me know. Even if it's just for the nap.

I'm an idiot.

So I've been planning a meet up with a friend for about 6 months now, coinciding with the MLS Superdraft, taking place in Indianapolis.... this Friday. Not next friday, like I thought. Even though we've had a conversation via email over and over again...

Anyway, I just figured out that it's this Friday, thanks to Scot, and du Nord. Which would explain why the email said "I'll call you Thursday".

I'm probably going to take Friday off for the draft. Why not? Does anyone actually know where it is? Is the public allowed in? Can I get this info in the next 24 hours? Can someone help me find my pants?

ufck it

Here's a new track from the leaked LCDSndsystm album. I want to share it with you. It's called Smthng Grt. I took out all the vowels, because I am sneaky.

I suppose I might post again before Christmas, then again, I might not.

I wonder how Jon is spending his last days in Japan. Must be like that odd feeling when you leave a job, except on a much larger scale. It's a bittersweet, weird feeling. Joyous, yet dangerous. Like stepping into the wilderness when you know it's filled with bears. I think.

Hmm. A nothing post for a nothing week. Let's get the year over with already. Who's with me?

I want to play 11 on 11 soccer outside in long socks and a woolly hat. That's my resolution.

Have some nice days.

Mike