Not really, but almost. Sounds good, anyway.
Deal was, I needed a little bit of bubba time, as only a bubba can provide. Male camaraderie, some smoked beef, maybe some ice cream. Worked like a champ.
And I can’t remember one funny thing he said.
Bummer about that. But it was good evening until I ran out of energy.
There was that Capricorn scooper at Amy’s, and the guy’s tall, must be six foot, three, maybe four? Maybe taller. I did get the metaphysical question for the evening from him.
“Simple life or complex life?”
Easy answer for me, “simple life with complexities built in.”
He was wearing an T-shirt that advertised a beer from Amsterdam. I noted that, and noted how I loved Amsterdam, as a recreational destination, one time.
“Man, I’m opening an Amy’s in Amsterdam.”
“I want to work there,” was my quick retort.
“It’s the complexities of life that make it interesting,” he continued, “a complex life.”
I prefer the simplicity of it all. But that could be me.
