21 Hours of Stupidity

It all started here, just outside of Cedar Rapids, Iowa at 6:15 a.m. on Sunday where Buzz Daddy was picked up by Crazy Pete and his son, Warped Thom.

We arrived approximately 4 hrs and 15 minutes later in Shakopee, MN at the "Vans Warped Tour" venue where Warped Thom fit right in.
Whoa! Who's that Warped Babe with Warped Thom? And WHAT, pray tell, is she doing in a warped place like this? It's all a very warped and twisted tale indeed. So we bid the pair to go forth and get warped, I guess!
45 minutes later, across town in Woodhaven, MN... Crazy takes on on a 5 - 6 mile run. Buzz biked because of an injured calf. Actually, Buzz is a wuss and couldn't handle Crazy Pete's lighting speed.
Crazy and Buzz taking in a sorry excuse for a baseball game. This will be the LAST time Buzz has to endure a Metro Dump baseball fiasco and can't wait until the Twinks get a new ball park next year! Meanwhile the Twinks got supremely dumped by the Angels in a 13 - 4 rout. And to make matters even worse... the traffic on our row was insane! People were coming and going between every batter. We were sitting and standing so much, you'd think we were attending a Catholic Mass. Ugh. But is was all good. We closed the place down.
Then off to the Mall of America, to see a movie, "Hangover". Our review: Two thumbs up on the Manly movie scale of silliness and stupidity. Makes this stupid 21 hour adventure seem like child's play. The fact is... we're getting too old for this #$%&! As we left the theater, the Mall was closing down. After this we ventured off to an Olive Garden for an efficiently good meal. Our waiter, Steve, was far from sociable, but got us in and out in about 40 minutes... just in time to pick up the warped delinquent from his warp-fest mess.
And here is Warped Thom the delinquent ... post warped-concerts... post two-plain- cheeseburgers, now cruising home at warped speed ZERO. The kid is outta gas.
Buzz arrived back to the Cedar Valley Nature trail at about 1:10 and back to his crib by about 1:50 a.m. All's well that ends well, I guess. A final Shout-Out to Crazy Pete for yet another completely useless and stupid adventure under the belt.