My Weekend

Another weekend in the life of Scott proved to be like many others. I got called for my 7th jury duty in 15 years. It's a record. But it started out leaving home late Wednesday evening for Sacramento. Three of us stayed at the Ferguson home. We got settled past midnight and fell asleep. I did have to get up and pee twice, however, which is very irritating. The next morning I went to a very boring meeting all day. But I helped cook a BBQ (black & blue burgers). Then back to the boring meeting. Then back to the Ferguson home for some sleep. Then up early and off to another boring meeting. I left the meeting early to put on a suit (my only one) and I attend a very sad funeral. I got back to the boring meeting, which was now very boring, at 4:30 PM. Then back to the Ferguson's for spaghetti. I learned how to die playing some video game with the word "honor" in it. I learned to fear guard dogs. Then off to sleep. The next morning while getting ready to leave my car was attacked by a flock of turkeys. They scratched the paint on both sides. We left the Ferguson's and went to an Air Force base for an air show. I got to sit in the cockpit of a C5a Galaxy, a U2 Spy Plane, spend some quality time with General Chuck Yeager, and got sunburned. After the show was over we waited an hour to get off the base. On the drive home we saw a naked man in a field, ate at Chipotle, had ice cream at the skankiest Foster's Freeze in the West, saw the only other Old Faithful geyser erupt in Calistoga, and witnessed a beautiful setting sun as we drove over Mt. St. Helena into the Sonoma Valley. This morning I went to work, then went to the hanger and scraped out a gasoline tank. Tomorrow should be normal.