Poot's Palace

Now that i have your attention, i was afraid that no one read my blogs anymore. Of course, there hasnt been much of a reason to read it, since i haven't posted in at least 3 weeks. So last Thursday i head out with Wha around 9:30 to a friends house to have a few drinks and then we hit up one of our favorite bars in the area for a beer or 12. At 2 a.m. we decided to go home. We havent stayed out that late in a really long ass time, but it didnt bother me too much cause i knew that i didnt have much to do on friday and the bosses were leaving at midday. Shortly after 7 am the next morning i head to my car to drive to work, and what do i find... my right rear tire is flat as a freaking board. Great, just what i wanted, to manually change a tire at 7 in the morning with a hangover. 20 minutes and several four-letter cuss words later I am off to work. I take my car to the shop to get the tire patched, but the nail has punctured the sidewall and i must purchase a new tire. My boss, being the good man that he is, said i probably got the nail while at a job site and offered to pay for the replacement tire for me...big relief. I call to get my car back around 4:00 and the lady at the shop says they have replaced the tire but are now patching my spare. I said, "My spare?". Yes, apparently there was also a leak in my spare tire and it went flat at the shop while waiting to be serviced. Blah blah blah, i get my car back and go home and then head to Kernersville with some friends to stay with some other friends on Friday night before heading to Wintergreen on Saturday to go skiing. Wake-up saturday morning and what do i see, another damn nail in my tire, this time it was the right front. Instead of risking my tire not going flat over the weekend (i wasnt driving my car, but leaving it at my friends house), i frantically searched for a place on Saturday morning to patch my tire before i leave. Luckily i found a Shell station that would plug the hole for me. So, at last count, I had three flat tires in two days. Have i done something wrong in this world to be subjected to bad Karma. I paid for a new bumper to a lady that i baredly bumped into a few weeks ago. I could have easily gotten out of that mess, but figured doing the right thing should bring me a little good luck.... Buuulllllshiiiiittt!!! I spent most of saturday evening sliding head-first on my back down a black diamond slope (which can be attributed to drinking too many beers at dinner). Ever had one of those days where you felt the safest place for you to be was in a straight jacket locked in a padded room. I know Wha has days like those, but its for OUR own protection.