Last night, Ms. B. and I hadn't planned on doing anything like going out to a
brewery and performing karaoke, but friends Scott & Jamie sent us a
message in the afternoon and invited us to go out to a brewery and perform
karaoke. So, that's what we did. Scuffle Hill Brewing, in nearby Collinsville, makes a few decent brews and, as I discovered, some
pretty fine mead. In general, I'm not really a fan of mead; it's too sweet for
my palate. However, I decided on a lark to try some of theirs, and damn if it
didn't hit the spot. Not all that sweet, and very flavorful (it was their
Wildflower variety).
Jamie's son Wesley came along, and he led the way for us to wail some serious songs. He performed several, including a wonderfully riotous rendition of "Mr. Brightside," my favorite Killers song. Brugger killed the Indigo Girls with "Galileo," and I hollered REM's "Driver 8" and Gordon Lightfoot's "Carefree Highway" (okay, well, I didn't really holler the latter as much as croon). When we left, Brugger forced us to pull into the nearby Cook Out and order a couple of burgers. Yes, she did.
Jamie's son Wesley came along, and he led the way for us to wail some serious songs. He performed several, including a wonderfully riotous rendition of "Mr. Brightside," my favorite Killers song. Brugger killed the Indigo Girls with "Galileo," and I hollered REM's "Driver 8" and Gordon Lightfoot's "Carefree Highway" (okay, well, I didn't really holler the latter as much as croon). When we left, Brugger forced us to pull into the nearby Cook Out and order a couple of burgers. Yes, she did.
Geocaching on Christmas Eve and/or Christmas Day has been something of a personal tradition since I started caching back in 2008. I didn't manage it this year, but I reckon a couple of days after Christmas is plenty good. This morning, friend Diefenbaker (a.k.a. Scott) and I met up in High Point, NC, to hunt some new and some older caches. On my drive down, I was in good spirits until I saw some dumbfuck had put a great big inflatable of Donald Drumpf in their front yard, and the graphic reminder of human idiocy sent my spirits plummeting for a couple of seconds. But it wasn't long until Scott and I met at High Point's Piedmont Environmental Center to kick off our day of caching.
On our hunt, we found a couple of dozen caches, a very humble bumble (though it didn't bounce for us), and a massive troll sculpture. When we arrived at the latter site, there were tons of people around, which struck us as odd because it was in a kind of run-down section of High Point. But as it turns out, there is a troll sculpture back there, one of over a hundred created by artist Thomas Dambo. I was not aware that such critters existed, but apparently, they're a fairly well-known thing. They're damned cool, I can tell you that.
We found lunch at
B3 Smokehouse
in downtown High Point, which was surpassing tasty, if a little lacking in
quantity for the money. (This is actually where we found the bumble.) After
this, we trucked a ways southward to Randleman, where we hunted a couple of
most interesting caches. One was a two-stage multi cache, and you found the
second stage by pressing a radio button found at the first stage because it
chimed at you. Follow the chime, find the cache. We did. The other was a
locked ammo can, and you figured out how to unlock it by watching some ancient
View-Master reels and collating the info to obtain the lock's combination. Fun, fun
stuff.
Tomorrow, Imma gonna be writing, real good and a whole lot.
