October 20, 2005


The big plan for myself yesterday was to catch lunch at Fritz's, and then head off to enjoy the colors of fall. We're supposed to get rain tomorrow, and through the weekend... I'm afraid that the leaves will be driven from the trees. Anyway, it didn't work out the way I intended.

I went into the pub, ordered my chow, and then started visiting with the bartender's father. Next thing you know, there's another beer in front of me. This happened with great regularity, and I no longer felt it safe to ride the bike. After a few more, I felt the same about taking the car. So I just camped out, watching stupid movies, and, later, the Astros earn their way to a meeting with the White Sox in the World Series.

Today, the plan is not much different. I'm going back to bed after posting this, then I'll get up and pull the air conditioners out, put up most of the storm windows, grab some chow, and go view the colors. That's the plan... I'm flexible, though. Whatever happens, happens. It's an incredibly hard life to lead. Sounds a little like someone else we all know...

Or not.

Posted by That 1 Guy at October 20, 2005 09:31 AM

You can always head down to S. Florida and enjoy a little rain and wind. ;-)

Posted by: vw bug at October 20, 2005 11:23 AM

You know, I'm starting to think my less than sober exit from Fritz's MAY not have been my fault. Maybe the place has some strange mojo working for it that leads us poor innocents from our well-intentioned plans to nights of drink and sloth. Evil spirits, indeed.

Posted by: Marty at October 20, 2005 01:14 PM

The same... except Eric has a deck :-)

Posted by: Harvey at October 20, 2005 01:50 PM