Thursday morning’s digestive system

Wednesday night’s “duck spring roll” had an adverse reaction with Thursday morning’s digestive system. I’m a little out of shape for fine, rich food. And duck is still one of my favorite food groups, as fowl as that might sound. Rich, tangy, rich, slight game taste, and rich. Greasy and rich. Maybe duck is a perfect food group, but I’m out of shape for eating it. I worked at the computer yesterday morning, and I spent some time trying to chase down a missing paycheck. Seems they are all doing paperwork in California by candle light. One red headed Capricorn was dropped off at the airport, leaving me with her baby truck, and I grabbed a quick bite on the way home — east side taqueria. Then, I had this gig yesterday afternoon at the Convention Center, doing card readings. It was far more practical to come home and park at Shady Acres, and then hoof it up to the Convention Center because I don’t know where there’s any free parking, and I’m way too cheap to pay for it, not when I can walk faster than I can drive. Working at an event like that was strange. One [more] red headed Capricorn to add to the list, but by and large, the Pisces out numbered everyone other sign, about 14 to one. Walking home, the pedestrian route seemed faster than the long line cars stopped up at the light. But the day was far from over — a quick run to Sam’s for groceries — always buy in bulk — almost out of the Y2K foodstuffs now — then the Neighbor gives me a “Hello” and suggests Magnolia for dinner, his treat. Sure. I’ve always imagined that Magnolia is an Austin, vaguely vegetarian place, but following the suggestion, I had a tenderloin dinner entree. I was amazed. Astounded. Blown away. Really tasty treat. That was one big hunk of rare meat, perfectly seared on the outside, and warm, bordering on raw, on the inside. And the server? Another red headed Capricorn. I’m seeing a trend here, and I’m not sure I’m liking it. Or maybe I am. I guess I should add, at some point yesterday, I agreed to lunch next week with yet another, well, the description is getting a little old, but you can guess by now: red headed Capricorn.

About the author: Born and raised in a small town in East Texas, Kramer Wetzel spent years honing his craft in a trailer park in South Austin. He hates writing about himself in third person. More at KramerWetzel.com.

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