Just Plain Chips

Just last Friday was the one year anniversary of my first blog post. I was too busy that day and forgot to write something about the grand date. Also, just a couple of days before, Steve remembered his accomplishment.

When we started this blogging thing, once again I was following Steve into something, coming in second. If you were at his wedding (’hi’ all one or two of you–the groom and maybe the bride) and heard my toast (probably one of my best speeches ever; I’ve never had people come up to me out of the blue and tell me that I did a great job speaking after the fact like that night) you would know that this isn’t an isolated incident. For whatever reason (most likely myriad reasons) I seem to come up just a bit shy of Steve’s standards in most things that we both try. It’s really quite funny. (Oh wait–I can ski better than he can–hooray!) I have a similar problem with my friend Chris. I can’t beat him at anything. We were playing bocce ball last night and I was up 6-2 on our way to 7. I lost 13-11. I’m starting to get a complex.

I didn’t set out with any kind of goal or theme in mind but if you look at the title of the blog and the topic of my first post you can see that the focus really hasn’t changed that much since the beginning.

Thanks for reading the inane ramblings of a run-of-the-mill, American 20-something–I’ll keep them coming for you.

You know, it’s pretty pathetic when I finally post stories about stuff that happened a week ago. So I’m going to quickly finish this post–then ending will be rushed, but that’s the way things go.

The Eck’s know how to throw a party. But to be fair, I didn’t know there would be hard alcohol there.

Though I guess I should have known. I was more thinking along the lines of a bunch of beer to wash down the burgers. I have a much easier time turning down beer than tasty mixed drinks. My drink of choice out in Montana turned out to be Southern Comfort and Coke. Though there was one New Year’s Eve when I had a few too many Absolut Vanilla and Pepsis. (Is that how you spell plural Pepsi? I’ve never tried before.) I have a sweet tooth, and it transfers over to my taste in alcoholic beverages, though I stay away from pink froo-froo drinks.

The night started off innocent enough. Paul, Laura, and I walked over to Steve’s house around 5 or 6pm. Steve was manning the grill and entertaining the guests. Paul and I stopped by the cooler to paruse the liquid fare. I had a Leinie’s Honey Weiss and Paul reached for the Heinekin, which he had never tried before but had wanted to.
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