Too lazy to blog, well except to say why I was TBTB yesterday, relatively unexciting though it may be.

Yesterday had been pitched by the Weather Peeps as “an absolutely gorgeous, sunny day, with low humidity.” That was a good thing, as I was committed to again serving as a judge in the annual truck rodeo. The event started out, as in the past, in a room with coffee, fattening buns and a bunch of tattooed, tough guy, hard working truck drivers, as the rules of this year’s event were being explained.

The weather was cloudy, but everyone was still buying into the Weather Peeps’ forecast, even though most of us remembered last year’s event when rained like hell.

We were then assigned to our respective events for which were would serve as judges. I was the “Left Turn, Left Rear Wheel Judge,” which required walking next to each truck (some straight trucks, but mostly four-axle or five-axle tractor-trailers), as it negotiated a left turn with the goal to for the left rear wheel (tread, not bulge – I’m getting pretty sophisticated) be a specific distance from the marker. Easy enough.

Then the skies opened.

The organizers of the event scrambled to issue each of the sorry ass judges a poncho. So, there I was, along with six other judges (including Usual Suspects da Chef of da Future and Captain Arthur) standing in the middle of a huge truck yard in a farookin’ monsoon, while the spectators, organizers and everyone else were under cover. (Hell, even the contestants were in their trucks).

At one point, my friend and bodyguard, Ken, a participant in the event, brought us pulled pork sandwiches from the food tent. Standing there in the pouring rain, wearing a poncho trying to eat a sandwich before it became completely waterlogged brought back not-exactly fond memories of Fort Dix and the outdoor cuisine.

Well, we managed to survive it all and return home several hours later to warm showers.

Unfortunately for me there was to be no rest (as was the case last year), for I had time for a short catnap in Mr. Recliner before it was time to suit up and head off to a friend’s retirement party, with guitar in hand to do some shtick, including some smartass remarks and a tune I penned in his honor. I made ample use of the open bar, and the food was considerably better and considerably drier than the soggy pulled pork sandwich I had eaten earlier in the day.

I got home pretty late.

So, today, I’m beat and TLTB.