This weekend with my dad hasn't been much different than the other ones. As always, we need adventure, so we'll go well out of our way in search of it. 

Last night, Dad and I went over to an old friend's house. Jay has been my dad's best friend since before high school, and followed my dad to Denver in search of opportunity like he was. I've known Jay since I was born, and while I hadn't seen him for nearly two years up until last night, he hasn't changed... Only, he's now a father. Jay lives up in the foothills with his wife and toddler son. It's a nice house in the woods. Dad and I have stayed there before, although we didn't stay there last night. 

Jay already had dinner ready for us by the time we arrived. He's a master at cooking, and the steak and pork chops were amazing. While we ate, Dad and Jay started sharing stories about their teenage and young adult years. It seems like every time I go up there, they share more new stories, especially since neither of those guys have actually lost their teenage love for adventure and excitement. 

Jay recently "accidentally" jumped his pickup truck over a friend's driveway, and was showing off the minor scrapes and bruises he got from it. This of course opened the door for more wild stories, so I showed off my newest scar I got from my failed dirtbike wheelie. I thought it would eventually heal, but since it's been a couple of months and the injury is clearly visible on my arm, I guess it won't be going away. My dad also showed off some scars from his teenage and young adult years, and said he didn't really calm down until I was born. 

Wabasha county keeps on getting stranger and stranger to me, as I hear more stories from Dad and his friend. Dad used to joke about a grandma in an old classmate's basement. Turns out, that wasn't actually a joke. Jay was talking about he actually met the grandma in the basement, and it took ten minutes for my dad to calm his laughter enough to explain who this grandma in the basement really was. My dad never met her, and Jay never told my dad she actually existed until last night. 

My dad and Jay also remembered the time two classmates went to Jay's house, just to TP and egg it because they weren't invited to his birthday party. Dad and Jay jumped in my dad's truck and chased them around the blufflands near Lake City for a couple miles, before the two got bored and drove back to eat the birthday cake. Once they were done, they helped Jay's parents to clean up the mess the two troublemakers left behind.