Well we pulled it off. The dinner last night at Southland Books in Maryville, Tennessee was a success. It went smoother than our first attempt, we had a good crowd, and everyone seemed to leave happy, or at the very least the were nice enough to keep any whining to themselves. I started cooking my buns off around 9 in the morning, and finally hung it up around 10:30 with the occasional sanity saving game on Mario Kart on the Wii. I don’t know why, but nothing relaxes me more than playing Mario Kart and listening to the news on NPR which probably means I’m some kind of left wing, stimulation hound who can only block out the raging voices in his head by replacing them with computerized squawks and beeps and droning politicos waxing poetic in his ear. Or something like that. The only bad note is I woke up feeling a little puny, as they say around here, so I am going to head back to the bed and let the immune system do its thing, cause I have a long weekend ahead of me. I did manage to click a few pics this time, but most of them were blurry and awful but I picked out a couple that y’all might take a liking to.
Monthly Archives: April 2011
Long days at work are wearing me down. It makes me want to write like a POW in a bad movie. Food is bad. Mosquitos are vicious. Water is tainted with “Tab” and Prozac. Only recourse is to drive around and do recon. The camera provides coverage from the snipers. I’m just another damn tourist with a straw hat and tacky shorts. white socks and black sandals. a five o’clock shadow and a polyester smile. and maybe every once in a while a gold tooth flashes through the fog, lighting the way for the blind masses yearning to be Fred.
Don’t Ask, just look at the pictures. They are purty.
Despite popular rumors and intense wishing on my part, I have not fallen off of the face of the earth. Rather I have fallen in to an endless cycle of work, try to stay awake for a few hours, sleep, then repeat. My days off have been few and far between, much like the teeth of a wayward Irishman, but i digress into racial stereotypes based upon the nationality of my wife’s first and now ex-husband. As you may or may not know, I cook for a living as well as for fun and sustenance, and nothing will ruin your appetite and desire to be all “cheffy” as much as cranking out food morning, noon and night. I have eaten one complete meal in the last few weeks, and it was on my birthday, so I had to sit down and eat. When I am this busy in the kitchen at work , my normal grub is a plain sandwich or some kind of or a bite or two or the kid’s leftovers, or, even better, ANYTHING that SOMEONE else has cooked. I don’t care what or where it came from, as long as I didn’t have to make it, I’ll eat it and like it or shut the hell up.
Sooooooooooooooooo, anywho. Here are some pictures I took today while on my break at work. The drive to and fro is probably one of the best benefits I get from my employment. That and a sore back.