- What we thought when we ate at the IAH Wendy’s, again
- “They sure could use a taqueria up in this bitch.”
- What we thought when we opened the Powerbook to write that
- “Holy crap, Continental’s Prez Club finally got off the suck-stick and put in Wifi.”
- What we did in celebration
- Had a pint of pseudoShiner. What the fuck is wrong with just having Shiner? What is the Ziegenbock crap?
- What we’ll do after that
- Have another.
- And then?
- Stop being a smartass, would you? They’re free.
- What’s weird about the President’s Club
- In addition to the presence of children, the excessively bright lights, and the widespread patronage of people who haven’t seen the inside of a proper bar since sometime in the Clinton administration, the bartender has a cube-style nameplate propped up in front of the Courvoisier.
- Notwithstanding that, how we’re pretty sure we could get into a fight just about now
- “Are those Braves the best damn team in baseball, or what?”
- Why we won’t do it
- Not enough time to get that drunk before flight. Also, baiting Astros fans in that way would suggest a greater attachment to or investment in professional sports, by a couple orders of magnitude, than we actually have.
- Remember that thing about the bartender’s nameplate being the weirdest thing here? Never mind.
- The dorky looking guy in Dockers and plastic hair next to me at the bar has an MP3 ringer of “Back in Black.” The bartender just laughed at him.
- Where we are in that beer progression
- Number two is on the way
- How long we have until the flight
- Looks like an hour. This post could get an awful lot longer.
Miscellaneous Heathen
Hold to the now, the here, through which all future plunges to the past.
