Beeah heeah

When Dad helped me fix up and sell my motorcycle, I wanted to do something to say thank you.  I couldn't give him money- I could only repay him for the parts he bought- so I decided that I would take him on another brewery tour.  Those seem to please him, and he appears to enjoy going with me and Danny.

We went to the Tupps brewery yesterday, and it was certainly interesting.  When we arrived, there was a bike race in progress, and part of that race went through the brewery. It was a cyclocross race, which is something that none of us had ever heard of.  Apparently, you put knobby tires on a street bike and ride up and down a series of little hills and obstacles.  At some point, you may be called upon to hop off your bike and lift it over a thing or two.  Apparently, there is a fair amount of crowd heckling that the riders must also endure.  We managed to share a table for a moment with a woman who rode last season, but was taking this season off.  Apparently, it's a winter thing.  Anyhow, she explained the sport in pretty great detail, and as you may surmise, Dad was intrigued.  

We each got three beers, a T shirt and a tour.  The guy at the front door said there would be no tour that day due to the race, but apparently, enough people showed up wanting one, so they did it anyway.  It was a tough thing, I suppose, since there was a very loud live DJ playing music outside for the racers, and the building was very open-air.  No matter, we got our tour.  

It was a pretty great day, and I think it was adequate thanks for Dad helping me with my motorcycle.  I think he felt thanked, at least.  

In the afternoon, Cas wanted to go buy our new living room TV.  He was all done with his research, and he had narrowed it to two different Samsung models.  We had to go to the Best Buy to look at them both.  We had checked prices at Costco, Walmart, Nebraska Furniture Mart and Best Buy.  Turns out that Best Buy was finally going to live up to its name.  I'm still never buying a computer there, though.  

We borrowed Dad's PT Cruiser and folded the back seats down to accommodate the television.  Neither Cas nor I could have made it work in our own cars.  Since I was already in Richardson, Cas came to meet me there.  We borrowed the car, bought the TV, dropped it off at home and returned the car.

With that done, we returned the car to Dad and went to dinner together at Rockfish.  I think Cas could eat their crab bisque every day and never get tired of it.  I have a real affection for their shallot vinaigrette salad dressing.  It was all good.  We got home and decided to play a game of Trivial Pursuit.  It was a lot more fun than playing last week at Jack Mac's with the flying squirrel, and as a bonus, we were both guaranteed to place in the top two.  This time, as luck would have it, I won.  It usually gets to be a race to see who can answer that last sports question correctly.  We both have the pies or wedges or whatever, and we dance around the middle.  When I land there, he chooses green to ask me.  When he lands there, I choose green.  Whichever of us can actually answer the last sports question correctly is the champ, and last night, I was the first one to answer a sportsball question in the middle.  So it goes.  I am sure there will be a rematch.  

For now, I need to settle in and edit some stupid videos.  Blegh.  I may do that over at Mom and Dad's house.  In the meantime, I think I will have some breakfast...