Taking a nap.
Boy I needed that. The old power nap is a wonderful thing.
What?
Oh, yeah.
I’m here:
There are a few bars here, as you can see. Which is a good thing because I really wanted a beer after last night’s debacle.
I also wanted some barbecue. Mission accomplished. Thus the need for the nap. Now it’s time for round two.
Maybe I’ll go back to this place:
Oh yes! A trailer park themed — bar!
Looky, they’ve even got a piece of shit Camaro in their front yard:
And, those drunks in the picture? From Michigan, of course. Can’t get away from them. As was the super cutie bartender who is a grad student at Vanderbilt and who promised short shorts and hot legs after 10 p.m.
Hmmm. What to do?
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Are you sure that’s not where Rosetta lives?
The is the bartender pre-op or post-op?
Provided that she is, in fact, a she, can we please have photographic evidence of the short-shorts and hot legs?
kthnxbye.
I’m headed there next. I’ll endeavor to do my best to get photographic evidence of the aformentioned hot legs.
Oh, I have pictures. Hot legs and my ugly mug.
But, I’m beat.
I’ll put then up tomorrow. I was invited to the after party — sanity prevailed. For once.
That and tequila shots.
I have a long way to go tomorrow, up early and down the Natchez Trace until I cut off towards Mobile. Toes in the sand and foo foo drinks are in my near future.
That’s Nashville? I don’t recognize it.
Rosetta,
Are you at Lake of the Ozarks or Branson?
I’m assuming the lake because I don’t recognize the bars.
Start Drinking early, go out on the lake-keep drinking, get some sun-keep drinking (it’s an awesome weekend here in St. Louis), take a nap-it’s ok to stop drinking for no more than 1 hour, then go out and drink.
Wish I was there instead of home with about 15 in-laws inbound. Time to follow my own advice and start drinking.
Also, no reference to the sign inside the bar?
Yes, they have Natty Light on tap and sell it by the pitcher! That may be the definition of hoosier.
:waves:
See you at lunch, mesa!
Nyah nyah, failhostages, I’m hangin’ out with mesa today!
phat,
We were at the Lake of the Ozarks. Two days of beer, boat rides, cards and booze.
Not a bad way to burn a weekend with the in-laws.
I hope you survived yours with the in-laws. Fifteen is pushing angry-mob size.
See you at lunch, mesa!
Nyah nyah, failhostages, I’m hangin’ out with mesa today!
mesa and beth, sittin’ in a tree
K-I-S-S-I-N-G
First comes love, then comes marriage
Then comes baby in the baby carriage
I’m hangin’ out with mesa today!
You have my deepest sympathies.
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First comes love, then comes marriage
Then comes baby in the baby carriage
Rightwing bigot! What’s wrong with love, baby, baby, baby, marriage?
Muslihoon, you silly, silly man.
Don’t you mean, abortion, abortion, abortion, marriage and then one baby?
bring cash for the bail bond
Robert’s! I love that place! Great Western swing bands there.
I ought to talk the missus into a weekend away in Nashvegas.
The bad thing about the in-laws is that my sister-in-law keeps having new ones.
They live on a farm out in Teutopolis, IL (high school mascot–the Wooden Shoes, I shit you not) and I guess you need a lot of extra kids to help out, because you’re gonna lose a couple a year to the thresher and hay baler.
you’re gonna lose a couple a year to the thresher and hay baler
HAHAHAHAHAHA!
I keep having more kids because I like having alligator bait around.
How’s the one in the oven, PJM? Any idea what you’ll name him/her?
Finally got out of jail an hour ago. Harrowing day today, I tell ya - hobos hanging out around the Tiny Diny where we ate, and…well, I’m sure you can imagine how that ended.
Oh, and while I languished in the joint, mesa managed to outrun the cops and made it to New Orleans, where he’s now soaking up the local culture on Bourbon Street. Look out, NOLA hobos!