Well, it wasn’t a dock but it was docked. The Arizona floating bar that is. Made my first visit of the season last night and it was a pleasant experience. I was impressed that the bartender called out “Zero?” when I boarded. Still remembered my beer of choice after all those months. Or maybe someone asked her how handsome I was on a scale of 1-10. Anyway, I do enjoy sipping a cold one while gently rocking on the water.
After drinking my fill, I ferried back to shore and enjoyed the Arizona restaurant’s nightly special–grilled pork chops.
Today I did the Wednesday walk. Some of us did a safe and sane 8K hike. The others sought out additional climbs and distance, so we parted company. That’s how it’s gonna have to be for me in the future. When it stops being fun, I’m going to do it my way.
And that’s the way I roll. Thinking about doing some darts for the first time in weeks tonight. Or not. We’ll see how I feel when I get there. Damn, I might just get used to doing things my way!
Looks like nothing’s gonna change
Everything still remains the same
I can’t do what ten people tell me to do
So I guess I’ll remain the same, listen
Sittin’ here resting my bones
And this loneliness won’t leave me alone, listen
Two thousand miles I roam
Just to make this dock my home, now
I’m just gon’ sit at the dock of a bay
Watchin’ the tide roll away, ooh
Sittin’ on the dock of the bay
Wastin’ time
“Well, it wasn’t a dock but it was docked. The Arizona floating bar that is. Made my first visit of the season last night and it was a pleasant experience.”
Plug in the three missing commas!
Great-looking pork chops. Hope they were as tasty as they looked.
After dock. After bar. After night.
Am I ignorant or apathetic? I don’t know and I don’t care! (that’s an old joke, but I like it!)
I’d still rate Mango’s the best-grilled chops in town. No complaints about these though.