And no man is an island. So, what better place to spend a Saturday evening than Treasure Island?
The day began with my Standard Saturday Solo Street Stroll—pretty boring, actually. I’m happy to report that I overcame the near-constant urge to shortcut during the walk, so there’s that.
I had a follow-up appointment with Dr. Jo, and she seemed satisfied that I was progressing in the right direction. So, we will continue with the same drug regimen for another couple of weeks anyway.
I asked Swan if she wanted to spend the evening at The Rite Spot On The Roof or go to Treasure Island to hear the band. You already know which one she chose. The nice thing is that the band starts around four. Most venues don’t have live music until after my bedtime. Bar bands don’t usually impress me for a variety of reasons, but mainly because the music tends to be loud and distorted. That wasn’t the case with Engine, a popular local group. I quite enjoyed their performance. We also had a nice meal during our visit.
After a pleasant evening at Treasure Island we stopped at Snackbar for our nightcap.
And that’s how our Saturday went down. This evening, I’ll do the feeding at Hideaway. With the Arizona floating bar gone for the season, our new Sunday tradition will be dinner at John’s place. Looking forward to that!
Seems like only yesterday that people said I looked like Magnum P.I. Well, that was thirty-five years ago.
Today’s YouTube video gives you a tour of Treasure Island if you’d like to see more. I love the beachfront setting and the food. It’s a great pool, but I’ve never used it. I stayed there a couple of times as a tourist but never liked the rooms. There are better lodging options nearby, but I’d still come back to sit at the bar and take in the view.
To the humor, then:
Until we meet again.
We didn’t do the BBQ last night
A shame. Why on Earth not?
I enjoyed my [pulled-pork] sandwich. Those onion rings were also excellent
I could do without the onion rings. Sandwich looks good. Enchiladas, too.
It’s been a long time since I thought of my seven years as a letter carrier.
You guys and your Democrat-voting union. Richard P. O’Connell was head of that union, NALC (Nat’l. Assn. of Letter Carriers), back in the day. Loud, obnoxious, Mafia-sounding fuckhead. My mother had to put up with all sorts of shit while working in the national office at 1st and C Streets, by the Capitol.
Congrats on the results of your Dr. Jo visit.
Kev, just wasn’t craving the BBQ. So many options, so little time!
I was a small-time unionista…shop steward in Anaheim, CA, local president in Prescott, AZ, and a steward again in Fort Smith, AR. Never met the big shots like O’Connell. My union work did lead to my first promotion in management. I visited the NALC headquarters in DC once, but in my capacity as a management labor rep during negotiations for a new contract. I don’t really remember O’Connell, but it seems assholes abound once they acquire power.
That pic tho. You look like if the America of that era was a person. Or as if your family is on the other side of that tree.
Keep em comin!
Thanks, Dan.