So I woke up today and wasn't particularly proud of my eating habits. I started the day with a burger and fries at
Culver's. Then my Mother and I looked at some houses in Trenton. Afterwards, I did some laundry and surfing the net until Denis came to get me for the Gibraltar fireworks. They were extra good last night. We had nice close seats too. Afterwards Denis and I dropped his son off at Theresa's house and headed to "Pete's Garage" in Monroe for a couple beers. The place was really dead, but I was happy to see that the Tigers won against Cleveland. It was too quiet, so Denis kicked out some jams on the jukebox. ZZ-Top, Van Halen, INXS and U2. We started getting hungry, so we went to Meijer around the corner and grabbed a couple frozen pizzas and headed to Denis' apartment to watch "
Shooter". Which by the way, is a kick ass movie. If you haven't seen it, go rent it. It was a great action flick. Anyhow, around a third into the movie, Denis just couldn't make it anymore and totally konked right out. So after the movie, instead of waking him up, I figured I had been so bad with eating, that it would be better if I just walked home. Yep, you read that right. I walked home all the way from Gibraltar. I estimate that I walked around six and a half to seven miles this morning. And let me tell you, my dogs were barking when I finally got home. I am gonna sleep like a baby today.
Here is the route I took on foot this morning. Am I crazy, or am I crazy?!