3.22.2007

Hot Pants! –I mean, Hot Brown!

In Kentucky there's a sandwich phenomenon known as the "hot brown." For those of you unfamiliar with this south-of-the-mason-line cuisine, let me describe. First, make a club sandwich, minus the ham. Just turkey, bacon, tomato and bread–one slice only, please. Then dump a truckload of gravy on top. You're gonna need a fork.

I confess that until 20 minutes ago, I've never had the desire (guts?) to try one. But my job offers catered lunches 4x a week, and beggars can't be choosers. (Trust me, catered lunches aren't as glam as they sound. Especially if your taste for meat is limited. You have to be completely open to eating whatever they bring, because there is no choice in the menu...not unlike communism.)

Initially, my brain said, "This is wrong, but it tastes d-lish!" Then my stomach said, "Who said the Carnival Cruise could drop anchor here?" I have a crispy cool salad sitting here, which I was totally planning to eat, but for which I have no room now. It's unfortunate, because the veggies would've canceled out that gravy, I'm sure.

3.10.2007

I Know It's Only Rock n' Roll, But I Like It

Sure, work sucks. My debt is too high. My pets are getting old. And I can't seem to keep my plants alive. But inside there's a little voice saying one word over and over again, like a mantra: tour. In just two weeks, we'll take off 3 weekends in a row to play out of town, then a weekend home, then a 9-day tour of the southeast. I think the weather should be fairly good at the end of April, aside from rain. Temperatures should be just right for playing with my cousin's water toys down near ATL at the lake he lives on. There will likely be a night or two of camping, communing with nature after shows, and I imagine I will feel more like me and less like a robot following a system of commands. The best part of what will surely be a much needed, spiritually uplifting experience is being able to share it all with my p.i.c. I feel like a grade A ball of mozzarella telling you, but the truth is, it's just.fucking.awesome.