So today I went to Jeffersonville.
First time in a couple of years, I think, that I've graced that town with my presence. At least on my own - I seem to recall going to Buckhead for lunch with some coworkers more recently.
Buckhead is where I went today, of course. I like the food there. I like the memories that resurface there. And they usually have good beer, too.
I sat out on the deck, oddly optimistic that it wouldn't rain while I was eating, and I enjoyed a yummy Cajun burger and a Paulaner Hefeweissbier (551) in a plastic cup.
It was very nice out today, as long as it was cloudy. As soon as the Sun would come out from behind the clouds - as happened several times - I'd almost immediately start being roasted alive.
But, it was usually cloudy, and so I survived.
Then, I went across the street to Hooters to see my cousin Jeff. I haven't seen him since my nephew's funeral, but that's not entirely my fault. He has agreed to share a lot of the blame.
Anyway, here's a picture of the potential storm that rolled in right after I got to Hooters.
All that storm really did was dump rain. It cooled things off, though, so that was nice.
While I was at Hooters, I had a couple glasses of Newcastle (9808) while I talked with Jeff. Then I went to Sluttopia to meet up with some old guy who was going to loan me a guitar, but he was a no-show. Damn old people. They can't be trusted for shit.
And that was it. Now I'm back home, wondering what happened to my weekend.