Note to Self

No matter how good the Brunch food is– and it was excellent– self should not over indulge in Bloody Marys and Champagne.

Please note. 

A travelogue of sorts

Our day began at 5:00am pacific.

Our day effectively ended at 10:48pm central with the sure death of our 7′ Okra Tree. It was sad to see as I walked outside to get some fresh Mississippi air after over a week gone. There were storms last night here. It’s November. Okra trees are not going to last forever.

In the meanwhile we waited at the gate in Seattle because of a mechanical failure that had gone unnoticed until the plane was ready to leave the gate.

How does that happen? We have mechanical failures all of the time– engines that sound funny when they are cranked, burners that don’t light as fast as they should–  and they do not go unnoticed. They go ignored, but they do not go unnoticed.

Mr. Big Food thinks that paying passengers should be rewarded $5 for every time someone who works for Delta says. “We’re sorry.”

Anyhoo… . We made it to ATL but not without incident.

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You people are nuts

We’ve just returned home from our final tailgate. It was exceptional. We fed 200+ people and ran out of Texican food.

That’s Matt pulling Mara in the cart we use to move things from the tailgate site to the tailgate trailer. It was her idea to ride in the cart. She’s a bit of a prima dona show off. And we’re going to excuse her, because she’s just finished a poster for PSA (Philosophy of Science) and has a paper she needs to abstract to get on the SPP program… . Hey! She wants to be a philosopher. It’s hard work. She’s entitled to some fun.

Matt wants to be a philosopher, too. He’s a bit more lowwww key.

Anyway, we’ve just gotten home from a spectacular Tex-Max feast tailgate created and served by us. So Mr. Big Food & I had boiled hot dogs and tater tots for supper. At home. With a bourbon.

And as we decompress– it ain’t easy feed ing 200 + people– and swap stories and do what long married couples do after a successful tailgate– we reflect.

We are pleased that so much food got eaten.

But among the 200+ we– Libertarian/ Localists | Localist/Libertarians– are a minority on a college campus. But the food is good. So none of this matters.

Until we got home and ate our hotdogs and tater totes and logged on to that there internet and saw that you people are nuts.

Why are people doing this?