Cavalcade of Awesome

Spock arrived last week and we got to spend the weekend together. I showed him the sights of Jacksonville and we bonded. It was nice.

Eclectorama is going to post a few of my pictures from this weekend as he’s the Spockcation host. But I’ll go ahead and show you guys a few of the pics with some commentary. If you want to see more of these pics head to my Spockcation 2009 Flickr set. Click the below images to make them BIGGER.

While waiting around for me to get home from work Spock had lots of time to read. Surprisingly, his reading choices did not deviate from reading about himself. The dude is a narcissist.

Spock at the Winn-Dixie corporate headquarters here in Jacksonville.

I took Spock to our local theater to see the new Star Trek movie. He seemed to enjoy it. Not surprisingly, he tried to get the projectionist to rewind the film after every scene with Spock in it.

Sunday was Spock’s last day with me. We had a great weekend, as you can see, but Spock decided it was time to party. Spock challenged me to a drinking contest in celebration of our final night together.  Here’s how the whole thing went down (click the images to make them BIGGER.

Spock challenges me to a drinking contest by questioning my mother’s virtue.

Spock backs up his challenge by taking the first drink. Then, tossing the bottle to the side, he again questioned my mother’s virtue.

Accepting the challenge, I take my drink and immediately ask Spock if his parentage included, at some point, a less than intelligent pack animal.  Spock takes off his shirt and asks if I have heels to match my skirt.

Spock finishes another drink and shows the wine bottle whose its daddy. Spock also infers that this is what he’ll be doing to my wife later that evening.

Defending my wife’s delicate sensibilities, I take my turn and drink. Confident with his impending win, shirtless Spock does the robot while mocking my lack of “manly bits”.

Spock finishes the evening’s festivities by trying to hump my toaster, puking on my cat and passing out on my coffee table.

How did I finish the evening you ask? I woke up on my front lawn clothed only in my socks, my right leg shaved of all hair and a tattoo of the Vulcan High Council on my ass. I’m never drinking with a Vulcan with a Napoleon complex ever again.

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