Yeah, AC/DC is actually going to expect him to show up. I don't see this lasting longer than two seconds. Heathen!
I tend to follow recipes only loosely, if at all. I wouldn't try baking anything that way, but for meatballs, sauces, stew, soups, chili, marinades rubs etc., it works well for me, and mystifies the Mrsanthropic. Usually, I just use red wine vinegar, beets, a little salt, and onion, and the eggs come out great. For this pickling brine, I decided to try something different. I bastardized a recipe and used, more or less, 2-3 quarts of red wine vinegar, a 16 oz. jar of whole beets, maybe half an onion, 1/4 cup of salt, 1/3 cup sugar, a teaspoon of garlic powder and two dozen eggs. I'll let you know how they turn out. A couple of batches of eggs ago, I also pickled some sausages, in the same jar. Awesome.
Has anyone actually heard him sing some AC/DC songs lately? I wasn't impressed by what I've seen on Youtube. I looked up the tickets, and the best I would be able to get are $77 (which mean about $100 or more, with "service charges") for nose-bleed seats at a stadium in Houston. (Seriously, why does ANYONE buy such shitty seats for ANY event? I truly don't understand.) FUCK. THAT. SHIT. I'll save my money for the next time Social Distortion comes to Texas.
Ah. Must be all local restrictions, then, because even though Georgia is shown as "allowed," I haven't seen anywhere that allows that. I guess I need to go to more dive bars.
We all need to go to more dive bars. Another thing about that guy Saturday at the local dive bar who thought I was a cop - he had freakishly short fingers. He insisted on shaking my hand, and I looked down thinking " What the fuck is this guy doing? Why does this feel so weird?" But his fingers were just - really short. And he had about 6 teeth in his head.
Yeah for that much I can see local bands in dive bars around here all summer without paying an arm and a leg for beers too. Maybe we'd see some titties too, I dunno. A buddy and I had nosebleed seats for Van Halen a few years ago (when David Lee Roth toured with them) and were able to move down closer, fortunately. Not as much fun when you need binoculars to see them.
Maybe. Was the guy standing on the stool to talk to you? Speaking of dives, went to a few. I don't smoke, but half the pictures from this weekend I've got a cigarette dangling from my lip. Da fuck? Dive bars bring out the very best in people, or the very worst. Like good tragedy. Except this is a tragedy akin to Groundhog Day where every weekend replays itself out with the same regrettable outcome. Life's purgatory is a smoke filled dive. Behold the inside of my favorite dive. That's not a filter. The air really is that brown and shitty. Beijing ain't got shit on Harry's.
Worse. 50 years of brick-a-brack, questionably racist items, and flea market junk acquired by the last of the hillfolk in Palm Beach County. The hat rack is actually a taxidermy deer ass. Dumbest thing I ever did was decline a job offer from one of the old bartenders (10 years ago). He got fired not long after for seeing how many minors he could fit in the place at one time. Also, stealing. But, whatever. The newest bartender was a regular who just happened to be there one night. Whenever he isn't working, he's drinking there. I kid of feel like grabbing a beer now.
Harry's Lounge in Auburn, AL was awesome in the 90s. I don't think it's there anymore. I was a total hole in the wall. The floor was just concrete, and during the night people would regularly just smash their empty beer bottles on the floor. The men's bathroom didn't have a door. Several times I saw people get impaled with darts, because they would unknowingly walk into the line of (drunken) fire with people playing darts in a place that was too small. I think they eventually changed to those electronic boards with the plastic tips. I can't remember going there a single time when a fight didn't break out. There was one of those little changeable letter signs on the roof that read "where the elite meet." I never saw it read anything different, so I'm not sure why it wasn't just a permanent sign.
So, in Roundball, this happened. The guy who fell gets paid £140000 per week. Yup. He also plays for Arsenal, the Club I support. Fucksakes.
The umpire for my son's game is in a wheelchair. I didn't expect that to affect his vision. Normally I'm not so mean but I'm super hungry.
He was really nice. But goddamn his zone was off. People kept saying "oh he's sitting at a different angle, maybe that's it..." And I'm over there like "uh. He's sitting where most of them squat to be." Though MiniMe's team did get a stolen base off a passed ball that got hidden under his chair.