a pretty good day off
spent the afternoon with two of my kids and one of my grandkids, who'll be a year old on tuesday. always good to see them.
then fell by malone's to talk to velton about a coupla things he wants me to write for i love fort worth. after that, headed over to fonky fred's to try hooking up with terry valderas and chuck rose from the gideons, but lee said he hadn't seen them and a cursory investigation of the patio revealed they weren't there, so we tried over at 6th street, where confusajohn was tending bar but still no folks.
finally wound up at the wreck room, where carl 'n' billy asked how i felt after my b-day and i replied "hung over but not bad" (i do better since i quit drinking whiskey last october, when i realized how much of the really stoopid shit i've done was precipitated by whiskey-drinking, and switched to tequila). billy told us 'bout the recent sleepytime gorilla museum show, the stan ridgway "20th-anniversary-of-'mexican-radio' tour" show that wound up going to club dada in deep ellum 'cos el wreck couldn't meet stan's guarantee on a sunday night, and the upcoming that 1 guy show that billy's gonna book, "probably at 6th street."
carl 'splained he had to get rid of the ice-devil icon on his myspace page so his youngest son could be his myspace friend, and was spinnin' the 'puter-programmed toons to include stooges "down on the street" and love "7 and 7 is" (which i didn't realize the gideons usedta cover). we were getting ready to walk when carl cued up television "marquee moon" (which i'd been explaining to tim burt that the stoogeband played at my b-day party, not the jamcats), which meant we _had_ to hang out for another 10 minutes (thanks for the beer, bro), and then he followed it with "see no evil" from the same alb, which meant we had to hang out for a few minutes more. we were rewarded for our time by getting to see me-thinks ray, whose dad was in the society pages that day, and his squeeze on their way in to check out the band.
my sweetie sez we should do that more often: go sit at the end of the bar in the "jesse hernandez seat" even if we donwanna see the band that's playing, since opportunities to do so are becoming fewer 'n' fewer. sounds like a good idea to me.
then fell by malone's to talk to velton about a coupla things he wants me to write for i love fort worth. after that, headed over to fonky fred's to try hooking up with terry valderas and chuck rose from the gideons, but lee said he hadn't seen them and a cursory investigation of the patio revealed they weren't there, so we tried over at 6th street, where confusajohn was tending bar but still no folks.
finally wound up at the wreck room, where carl 'n' billy asked how i felt after my b-day and i replied "hung over but not bad" (i do better since i quit drinking whiskey last october, when i realized how much of the really stoopid shit i've done was precipitated by whiskey-drinking, and switched to tequila). billy told us 'bout the recent sleepytime gorilla museum show, the stan ridgway "20th-anniversary-of-'mexican-radio' tour" show that wound up going to club dada in deep ellum 'cos el wreck couldn't meet stan's guarantee on a sunday night, and the upcoming that 1 guy show that billy's gonna book, "probably at 6th street."
carl 'splained he had to get rid of the ice-devil icon on his myspace page so his youngest son could be his myspace friend, and was spinnin' the 'puter-programmed toons to include stooges "down on the street" and love "7 and 7 is" (which i didn't realize the gideons usedta cover). we were getting ready to walk when carl cued up television "marquee moon" (which i'd been explaining to tim burt that the stoogeband played at my b-day party, not the jamcats), which meant we _had_ to hang out for another 10 minutes (thanks for the beer, bro), and then he followed it with "see no evil" from the same alb, which meant we had to hang out for a few minutes more. we were rewarded for our time by getting to see me-thinks ray, whose dad was in the society pages that day, and his squeeze on their way in to check out the band.
my sweetie sez we should do that more often: go sit at the end of the bar in the "jesse hernandez seat" even if we donwanna see the band that's playing, since opportunities to do so are becoming fewer 'n' fewer. sounds like a good idea to me.
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