July 16, 2007
Here's a Great Story
Jean came up to visit me from Daytona Beach a few months ago. Hep me bleed my brakes. Really! Well, after the brakes was bled, I was feeling a little bad. Hungover from the night before, and a little squirrely from that day's Budweisers.
So I asked Jean if she minded if I took a little power nap. She was gracious, of course, and sat out back having a cigarette or two whilst I enjoyed my golden slumbers.
Here's the funny part: I'd bought a new pair of flops, and apparently the black dye just leaked right into my skin, so when I woke up, I looked at the soles of my feet, and they were as black as a nigra baby's ass. I'm sure Jean saw them, but she never said a word. Probably thought I was a Tiger Ridger, or something.
Anyway, we had dinner at the Outback Crab Shack, and she went home. I kept wanting to ask her if she'd seen my black feet, but I knew she had, and was being polite.
Just damn!
of course I was polite (voted Most Courteous class of '69!)
...and, I remember the view from the pool, as you posted below, and playing with that sweet puppy.
A most enjoyable day. Thanks, again :)
Someday I'm gonna be able to hang with the cool kids.
Of course, my feets is already black. Mostly from working barefot in the garage. Don't ask.
Posted by: og at July 16, 2007 10:20 PMMandingo!
Posted by: Denny at July 17, 2007 12:15 AMChickie... southern by way of Ohio some 33 years ago :) (thanks).
Posted by: Jean at July 17, 2007 5:58 AMGolden Slumbers...followed, p'raps, by Golden Showers.
Posted by: Elisson at July 17, 2007 9:22 AMDenny's comments are just crackin' me up. 'Specially as this last one reminded me of a pleasant dinner in Savannah back in...March? Maybe April. Anyhow, I still feel sorry for that poor waitress. She had no idea what she was getting into when she went to work that evening.
Posted by: zonker at July 17, 2007 9:24 AMShe probably just figured you must be a descendant of the Blackfoot Nation of northern Montana.
Posted by: Dash at July 17, 2007 1:45 PM... actually, Zonker, I think that waitress knew exactly what she was in for as soon as Velociman opened his mouth to order.... and hell, it only went down hill from there......
... one helluva night out though, yes?.....
Posted by: Eric at July 17, 2007 9:13 PM'waitress'?
Posted by: Jean at July 17, 2007 11:21 PMBetween you playing with your puppy and gettin' your brakes bled, I figure you gots to be havin' a good ol' time.
Posted by: zonker at July 21, 2007 2:45 AM