One Shoe

Is there anything lonelier? It's still good and strong, but without it's mate it is utterly useless. Once in high school, I lost my favorite Abercrombie sandal, and kept the other for years because I loved that sandal. Until one day I finally had to toss it.

After the other night, Brent Lubahn found himself in a similar situation. This shoe (it took me 15 minutes to find this thing online. I searched "shag slipon" and "hemp loafer")

The day after XMas, Williams and I found ourselves at the residence of the Lubahn's playing Scrabble® with his darling pregnant wife. Williams won with "wussy," which is still under protest. Adam and Adam drank Tecate Lights while Lubahn ran out of Kool Aid for his Vodka and was forced to mix it with Mug Root Beer. Concerned his tipsiness would reach epic proportions before there had been a triple word score I confiscated the spiked saspirilla.

We departed for CityView Lanes (formally Don Carter's) where we met the Duke. Before I got my two-tone shoes on Lubahn had two beers and a shot for each of us. The teams; Duke and I versus the other Adam and the boy from Winona. They beat us handedly. Belanger showed up at the end iof the night. Lubahn immediately began to say in a not-so-soft voice "I hate that guy."

We left. Williams kept his bowling shoes. We brought Lubahn home and got in to what has become mandatory yard brawling. Williams attempted to hug Lubahn good-bye and received a kick in the thigh. When I tried to hug Lu he tried to knee me in the balls. I responded by delivering a sudden and violent leg sweep. Rendering him paralyzed in the grass. Williams then removed his shoe and threw it over his house a good 40 yards. When he rose, Williams and I played ping pong with Lubahn's body. Pushing him back and forth and eventually head first into his bushes. Where he was stuck like a man in the stocks. It was an inevitable and lovely end to another wonderful night out with my best mates.

The I.C. never disappoints.