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By atreides (Mon Jul 30, 2007 at 12:51:51 PM EST) (all tags)
So Saturday, I went and visited with some of the Houston contingent. Hilarity ensued...


So, I tried to hook up lunch with Joanne but we never actually spoke so there was no reason to leave early. I ended up hitting the road around 11 AM. I decided to take 290 there and then take I-10/71 back. That ended up being a bit of a mistake.

So cruising 290 was quite nice. In fact, it's lovely out that way with only a few decent sized towns. One of them gets special mention (Giddings) for having gas even cheaper than Houston and more than 15 cents cheaper than Austin. Cheap gas is good (and no complaining, California infidels :P). When I got in close to Houston, I saw a burning car. Yes, it was completely engulfed in flames and making a column of black smoke that could be seen for a couple of miles. I only wish I had gotten a picture of it, but then again, it would only be perfect karma for me to get into an accident at that point so I let it ride. I hit 1960 (a major road near the McRacky residence) and turned. It took me 2 hours to get from Austin to Houston. It took me an hour to get from one end of 1960 to the other. Lovely.

I was a little tired when pulled up to the McRacky residence. Imagine Clock's surprise as he held back the dog and opened the door. As for Stacky, well, she's fat. :P Oh, alright, it's pregnant, but still, there's a big round thing protruding from her belly area. That's when i got the surprise. Stacky's mom was there and they were waiting for the arrival of her aunt and cousin and her daughter. There was good natured talk about the coming baby and about the niceness of all the intar-web friends and whatnot. I'm sure Stacky thought that I was going to talk a lot of crap about them, but they're nice enough (though I can see how different she is from them) so I have nothing bad to say about any of them (unless the story Stacky told me about her cousin and her husband is true, in which case, well, her cousin isn't too bright). After they all slipped away, I sat with the McRackys and even had dinner with them, spaghetti made with turkey (a repast provided by the aunt) and pumpkin pie (which I didn't indulge in). We sat and talked and talked and sat. To sum up, Clock is a hard worker and everyone loves him. Stacky is feeling much better and has discernible ankles again. They are both dreading (and perhaps secretly enjoying) Stacky's ginormously large bust, but you can't see it because everything looks small next to her child bulge (that and my woman is so endowed I only see "OK" [D-DD cup], "big" [DD+] and "small" [C on down {though, the C cup works well occasionally on the right woman. It's really about the whole package}]). It was fun. And then I changed for the show and headed out.

I-45 is a little annoying going south but I pity all the fools going north on it. Hit downtown, got my ticket, seated myself and it was show time. The show was pretty funny, though, the Basingstoke thing would have much funnier if it had not been explained in the program, though I guess very few other people would have gotten it themselves (one of my fondest memories of London is Theophile Escargot saying to me "Basingstoke? Why on Earth would you want to go to Basingstoke?!?!"). Our own Riceowlguy was quite good and his turn as the spectral cardinal was not to be missed. Hell, he should get them to let him keep the robes. :) I must admit that I'm looking forward to the next production in Houston since I hear their G&S-fu is quite strong and I have yet to be disappointed. I caught up with him in the green room where you could tell that he was, as the Brits would say, "knackered". We chatted for a while, but not for long since he had to hobnob with the viewers and I had to head back home. Hopefully we can hang this week sometime when he's here though my schedule, now that I look at it, is a little crowded but I'm sure we can find something.

So I set back out. This time I took I-10. This titan runs the length of the entire country. Well, except for where they blocked it off in Houston. Yes, they blocked off I-10 about 2 miles outside of downtown Houston so I ended up going on what seemed like a bizarre detour to get back on it at a further point. So I drove and drove and drove. Somewhere in there I got some food and then drove some more. When I got to the junction for 71, I turned off toward scenic La Grange, Fayetteville, Bastrop and, eventually, Austin. Notice, I didn't mention Smithville. Too bad, because that's where I got my ticket. I was cruising along the highway doing 85 and when I passed the cop who was in the far left turn lane, I hoped he wasn't looking and took my foot off the accelerator to slow down. When I saw his headlights jump over a couple lanes, I knew he got me. It was short and sweet (and by "sweet", I mean he didn't drag me out of the car, beat me to death and sprinkle some crack on me). I was on my way again in 15 minutes. Guess I'm going to be going to Smithville to fight a ticket. Yeah, I did it, but that doesn't mean I won't fight it.

I made it home. I snuggled up to my woman but only after she chided me laughingly for my ticket. We slept the sleep that only two people in love can have (elbows and tossing included).

Sunday I stayed around the house. I watched a Charlie Brown movie from Netflix and generally lounged and relaxed, giving up Beckett and a Cosmic game in the process. I also cleaned both the bathrooms which now means I'm totally owning Welsh Girl at Chore Wars. Throw in some B5 episodes and a trip to paint the high window sills of a friend's place and that was pretty much my night. Well, actually, the neighborhood transformers went out so I guess that wasn't actually all. Welsh Girl dragged me outside for a walk around the complex to check on people and whatnot and then we went home and went to bed. Power came back on in the middle of the night so we didn't die or lose our food or anything, just in case you were wondering.

And that's my entire weekend. Selah.

Postscript: Welsh Girl and I are going to catch Fahrenheit 451/Slaughterhouse 5 at the Paramount on Friday night and E.T./Close Encounters on Saturday and if we (and by "we" I mean "she" 'cause I'm always down) feels hardcore enough, we'll stay for Metropolis Saturday, too. Anyone want to join us? All are welcome...

That really is all..

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here in Atlanta, by webwench (2.00 / 0) #1 Mon Jul 30, 2007 at 01:44:32 PM EST
we call those 'car-be-ques'. And we think we're rather clever.


Getting more attention than you since 1998.

But "we" are... by atreides (2.00 / 0) #2 Mon Jul 30, 2007 at 03:44:42 PM EST
...and by "we", I mean "you" and not so much them. To be fair, I'm sure the name could catch on here like gangbusters if we had more of them...

He sails from world to world in a flying tomb, serving gods who eat hope.

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Ditto here in DCia by wiredog (2.00 / 0) #5 Tue Jul 31, 2007 at 03:13:40 AM EST
It's an obvious name.

Earth First!
(We can strip mine the rest later.)

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Bishop by riceowlguy (2.00 / 0) #3 Mon Jul 30, 2007 at 05:06:09 PM EST
Spectral bishop.

Thanks for the review, and sorry I wasn't able to chat more.  But you needed to get on the road anyway, right?  As you said, we can probably contrive to hang out sometime this week or early next.  Just let me know when works good for you; I'm wide open (other than normal working hours).

Mixed up my funny hats there... by atreides (2.00 / 0) #4 Mon Jul 30, 2007 at 05:36:31 PM EST
You are quite correct, chess piece... :)

At the moment, I have Tuesday, Thursday, Friday and Saturday nights spoken for. Friday and Saturday are not exclusive things, but movies are hardly social events...

Something shall be come up with, though...

He sails from world to world in a flying tomb, serving gods who eat hope.

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you are a big hit by StackyMcRacky (2.00 / 0) #6 Tue Jul 31, 2007 at 05:30:42 AM EST
with mom and the aunt.

glad you could stop by!

also - why on EARTH did you decide to drive the length of 1960?  YUCK!

Blame a map... by atreides (2.00 / 0) #7 Tue Jul 31, 2007 at 06:01:30 AM EST
Once again, we'll use London as an example. When I was chaecking out a map to Breaker's place, I looked at it and thought "Oh, it's only two streets south of Tower Bridge". When I got there and started walking it, it turned out that it was two major streets south and lots of minor ones. The map wasn't that great. Hell, the London A-Z he left me was the greatest boon I could have received (short of vast amounts of money and sex). When I mapped out directions to your place, I saw the streets, not the circumstances...

He sails from world to world in a flying tomb, serving gods who eat hope.

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