Last evening went adequately. Despite local governments (aka, “evil” Democrats) ordering curfews and other means to protect people as Central Texas hit Stage Five, the NeoConfederacy (state supreme court, Gov. Shitbag and AG Klepto) overruled caution for Kapitalism. All the bars and restaurants were bitching, demanding to be super spreader locations on New Year’s Eve. Let’s all remember that when the death toll exceeds 400,000 thanks to the spike caused by greed and stupidity.
But in the interest of transparency, I gave in to Jennifer’s request to come here to San Antonio, crash in this really bitchin’ hotel room with free WiFi. We did hang out briefly at a place called the Thirsty Horse, had several drinks, danced a slow Country number and bailed. Unless you bought a reserved table, you had to be in motion or hang in the second-hand smoke section. We rang it in at the hotel’s very nice restaurant/bar.
This three-day weekend of not being in a hurry at all is going to be great. No cats demanding to be fed at 6 AM. No alarm clocks namely. I had plenty of water to avoid a hangover. Last year was a lesser ring of Hell.
The above picture I got from Jeremy was modified obviously (by me). It begs the question, once we’re over the CV-19 barrier, will we have an unobstructed path the rest of the way with this bridge? I know I’m looking forward to getting the hell out of the house more often. I’ll write more when I have a better idea what exactly I want to achieve or in the case of my horrible weight, what I must achieve.