About anything that could have gone wrong at work did go wrong. Later I arrived home and was greeted with an extended dinner drama with the kid. Since chicken nuggets were not on her plate, she didn't want to eat her food, which resulted in some removal of privileges. (I hate it when I actually have to be a parent and make my kid cry). Worst off...which may be more grim than death or dismemberment...I learned that I would be fishing solo on Opening Day for the first time in years.
Sure, Opening Day isn't everyone's cup of tea. Purely ceremonial, it's a shoulder-to-shoulder, stupid stockie, battle fishing cliche, but I still enjoy it because I generally get to hang out with some of my oldest friends and just be idiots for a few hours. We take sick pride in getting there early, spreading out, claiming wide swaths of land, and mocking pretty much everyone around us that clearly doesn't understand that you don't wade through the middle of the fishing hole. Plus, if you show up to the fishing hole 5 minutes before the 8AM start and expect us to make room for you...you've got another thing coming. Yeah, we're pretty much douchebags.
Unfortunately, over the past few years the number of attendees in our party have slowly
Well I got the news yesterday that it wasn't gonna happen this year. Something about my fishing partner's need to be overseas for work. Dude, it's Opening Day! Screw work...that's what the other 364 (this year I guess it's 365 thanks to Leap Year) days are for... FML!
So I'm rollin' solo on Opening Day 2012.
Look out Darby Creek, we may be down to one, but you're still getting your ass kicked.
|Last year's "Creel o' Death"|
I will confess that I did consider taking Lilly out on Opening Day instead, but last weekend she confided to me that "I don't really like fishing anymore," so I'll just let that angle simmer for a while. I'm not one to forcibly shove something down my kid's throat...unless it's the dinner she stubbornly refuses to eat.