Namely, me when it comes to updating this crappy thing.
Two weeks ago, I came home from work to find S. standing in the driveway with....bikes! Woo hoo! We've been riding 3-4 nights a week and last week took a nice long cruise through lovely MCKINNEY FALLS. I haven't owned a bike for about ten years and have only occasionally ridden in that time, so it's going to be a tough road back to any kind of decent stamina.
In other news, our drunk-ass neighbors apparently aren't aware of the DIRE FIRE HAZARD we're currently under. They've decided it's a good idea to string lights through the dry grass (using extension cords, no less), down the length of the fence line dividing our two properties. If that shit goes up, fire is going to be the least of their worries.
Last night, S. and I got all gussied up and went out to LOUIE'S, where we were seated next to the living embodiment of "Loud Texan". Apparently, a waitress serving the next table bumped into his table and....*gasp* didn't apologize. (The tables are quite close together and the restaurant was so slammed last night, I doubt this woman even realized she'd bumped the table.) He called this affront to the attention of his waiter and then asked to speak to the owner. The owner came over and - using the best hillbilly mollification technique possible - gave him a free drink. About five minutes later, the table turned over and a new couple was seated next to him. As soon as they sat down, this asshole told them their waitress "sucks" and said he'd "ask to move if I were you". Classy move, Cletus. Which brings us to why I could never wait tables. If I were that waitress, I'd have slammed his face into a plate of food. Twice.
Does this entry seem excessively angry to you so far? Yes? Too bad.
A few pics from our New Year's trip:
Sign on the beach at Port Aransas, which will amuse any of you familiar with British slang.
Mug I found at the Bucee's in Luling. (Bucee's is a local gas/mart chain. They're about as close to Stuckey's as you can get anymore and I love them.) I especially love that their mascot is so vaguely drawn and they get enough questions about him that they have produced this:
Pathetic lil' Bucee on one side.
It's a beaver!
