The Adventures of Bobby Sock and Friends, Part 3

Bobby travels to the Crack of Doom… or “There’s got to be a morning after…”

I’d say that we headed into Day 3 of our trip full of vim and vigor, except that I don’t like to lie. Plus, there’s photographic evidence to refute it…

Beware of root beer hangovers!

Beware of root beer hangovers!

Beware of root beer hangovers!
“Whaddya mean there’s no such thing as a rootbeer hangover?”

Beware of root beer hangovers!

One of the simple pleasures I miss is the morning coffee tradition with Venita’s family. It always starts out innocently… just a couple of people sitting down to a muffin and some coffee and maybe reading the paper… but then one relative after another pops in–each one getting their share of abuse. Until finally we’ve dissolved into a mass of juvenile giggling and toilet humor.

Beware of laughing fits!

There’s a bit of a gap left without mother-in-law yelling that the MB (miserable bastard, aka the father-in-law) was cheating at cards while shouting loud protests at our (i.e., Janet’s) more risque comments.

My sister-in-law, Janet, is the reason my kids are the way they are. Seriously.

Beware of sock puppets down yer shirt!
She had fun with Bobby…

This particular session went on until noon. It culminated in the showdown between the ultra-liberal-I-hate-Bush-and-everything-he-stands-for Venita versus her nephew, the cop/prison guard. I seriously thought that blows would be struck, and I feared for poor Peter’s safety. (He’s only 2 feet taller and outweighs her by a hundred pounds! What was he thinking!!)

Beware of obnoxious Republican nephews!
He suggested that we post his picture under

In the end, she just let him off easy by stealing his $200 sunglasses…

Beware of The Terminatrix!

Once the festivities broke up, we bummed around Bangor for a bit. Went to the Sea Dog, where I had some yummy blueberry ale, took pictures of the scenery (including Stephen King’s house for a co-worker of Venita’s), and watched the Red Sox lose. All-in-all a most enjoyable Sunday. A nice relaxing day before our planned invasion of Canada!


The Adventures of Bobby Sock and Friends, Part 4

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6 Responses to The Adventures of Bobby Sock and Friends, Part 3

  1. Karan says:

    You know Lester, I waited and waited on the porch for you guys to pick me up and n’er did you appear….now you torture me with the trip sans Karan….too too cruel.

  2. Susan says:

    I want to go on the next family vacation!

  3. Lisa says:

    Me too! Can I go next time? 🙂

  4. Ric The Schmuck says:

    Yeah… you guys coming next week?

  5. Ric The Schmuck says:

    Actually, that’s quite a humorous thought.

    Imagine the Rasreth family vacationing across the country. Also imagine a Grateful Dead-type group of bloggers, following them all over the country.

    Scary, ain’t it?

  6. Snowgirl says:

    Bobby was the best date I’ve had in years! He did what I wanted, went where I wanted, and kept his mouth shut or open depending on my whims!!!! Hands down, he’s the friendliest sock, I mean guy, I have ever had the pleasure of manipulating. So when you come back, pleeese bring Booby, I mean Bobby. I am proud to be a part of your children’s development. They are “interesting” youngsters.

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