I got drunk, the Red Sox lost and my dog died, and no, this is not the chorus of a country song...

Our weekend started off with us driving thru the rain and darkness up to Bar Harbor for the annual Oktoberfest in Southwest Harbor. We got there around 9:30 and set up our tent in the rain, which is always fun. We got everything situated and ran into some people we had previously met at Oktoberfest a couple of years ago. Turns out they brought three kegs of homebrew with them, and what do you know, we finished them all off that night with them! At around 1 AM they kicked us out so they could rest up for the beer fest the next afternoon, and we all dropped like flies. The next morning consisted of a nice big breakfast, some games and 80's tunes around the campsite and some pregaming. Beer fest was a blast, and we ran into a handful of people we have met at various points, so it was also a good chance to catch up a little. Many sample sized beers were consumed and a great time was had by all, as was evident by Nichole being found sound asleep in the drivers seat of the car by 7 PM. This worked out well though, since we had packed up the tent and gear in preparation of our early morning departure for Boston.

Nichole woke up at 4 AM complaining of bed soars, which I'm sure was just pains from sleeping in the car. We brushed teeth and headed out of town, stopping in Portland for a quick breakfast and another nap before finishing our trip to Boston for the Red Sox playoff game. Once in Boston, we took up residence in the right field standing room area and enjoyed watching the Sox getting out to an early lead, before everything came crashing down around them in the 8th and 9th innings. Fenway Park went from rocking to silent in a matter of seconds, and everyone went home disappointed. We met up with a couple of friends after the game for a snack and some beers and got an extremely scary phone call.

At around 5 PM on Sunday, our dog Yawkey, who was staying with my parents, got himself all choked up, literally. As he usually does, he was destroying a rubber bone my parents had gotten for him. He was tearing it apart and swallowing a piece of it here and there. One of the pieces ended up lodged in his throat and blocked his airways. My father noticed him sort of limply fall to his side and panic set it. His eyes rolled back in his head and he officially stopped breathing. My father pried his mouth open and my mother started jamming her hand down his throat to try to remove the blockage. After a couple of attempts my mother called me in pure terror asking what to do. While on the phone I gave her the contact info for our emergency vet and suddenly Yawkey started breathing again! He was shaking really bad and completely disoriented, but started coming back to normal. He spent anywhere from 3 to 6 minutes without breathing. Within 20 minutes of this whole ordeal he was moving around and his tongue was hanging as it usually does. He seemed to be back to normal. What a scare this was! By the time we got to my parents house yesterday afternoon he was awfully excited to see us!

So, as you can see, it was a pretty eventful weekend. I'm disappointed beyond words that the Red Sox lost on Sunday, as we had tickets to a potential game last night, as well as tickets for a potential game 5 of the ALCS. I'm feeling alright about everything though, as we got ourselves much more sleep than I had anticipated and it feels good to have gotten home early than expected. The next couple of weekends shall be low key, spent close to home with Kerrigan and Yawkey, and I couldn't be happier, I'm just saying...