Aaron came to town for the weekend, and as always happens when he’s around events were slightly out of the ordinary. Friday night we met up with the Mormon twins at the local church for some evening basketball, and didn’t leave until three hours later. By that point Aaron had a spasming back and Dave had some pain in his elbow from knocking one of my teeth slightly askew. I had made the mistake of running seven miles prior to Aaron’s arrival, and as a result the evening’s activities left me capable of doing little more than curling up into the fetal position on the bathroom floor once we got home. A good time by any measure.
Aaron and I were both capable of limited movement again by noon on Saturday, so we grabbed Dave and headed for a late lunch at Zachary’s, home of the world’s finest pizza. I don’t know how it started, but somewhere between the discussion of the Meatloaf and Kenny G lookalikes sitting next to us with their rather scary dates (“Look at these girls Kenny, our years of singing are finally paying off!”) the conversation took an odd direction:
“So what about a rodeo bull versus a brown bear?”
“Woah, that’s a good one. Badger versus a wolverine?”
“Wolverine, no question. How about a rhino versus a chimpanzee, but the chimpanzee is driving a monster truck?”
…and so on, with numerous heated arguments, until finally it was decided that nothing could defeat an elephant. Unless the elephant was in a swimming pool with a great white shark. An excellent weekend indeed.