Lone Star Tall Boy

The Neighbor came by, and I offered him a beer out of the box. “Lone Star Tall Boy, wonder who this was for?” he asked. It was kind of obvious, I had it as bait for a particular date. Didn’t work, but can’t blame me for trying. The Neighbor, after he was suitably primed, and me, we hopped up to Denny’s for breakfast. Like two, normal guys. He had a hankering for the “[something] Slam” breakfast platter. Pretty typical guy scene, though, we both read the daily paper while eating. What I’m reading right now: The World of Chaucer by Derek Brewer. Ma Wetzel had left it behind as late Xmas gift, and judging from the cover, it’s an English [English as ‘England’ English] only imprint and as unpedestrian academic prose as possible. That’s it, the Neighbor, and his Scottish friend, they’re nuts. Last night, they went down to the waterline, and hit some golf balls. Trying to drive them across the river? It’s freezing cold, and there are these two guys, talking, drinking beer, laughing a little, and trying to drive a big bag of golf balls, one at a time, across the river. Aquarius starts right now, and so does the big event listed in my travel schedule. Working weekend for me. I didn’t get as much sleep as I like, listening to the sound of a driver hitting a golf ball, then the occasional roar of laughter.