Damn Willie Nelson (Again)
Here’s the problem with “special events” at Lone Star Park. Willie Nelson was playing last night, so of course the cheapest beer to be found also came with a shot of Jack Daniels, a la Whiskey River. Since it’s wrong to waste perfectly good booze, I felt obligated to take the shot, along with the colossal tower of foamy beer proffered. Ouch. At least I was able to sleep the worst of it off, but damn. There’s a reason I’m not 22 anymore, and I think I discovered it last night. And, of course, the bright side is that I will feel 100% better by the time I have to go to work tonight.
Also, I heard a vicious rumor concerning a certain Redheaded Blogger, her husband, and geography.. Can it be true?
