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Two-meat Tuesday
1. BBQ
2. The Code
1. Two-meat Tuesday’s ribs were pieces of art. Real ribs, done right. Really right. I might’ve just been outrageously hungry, but the ribs were good. Brisket was a little dry, at least some of it, but the ribs outweighed the brisket, and really, is there anything in life that can’t be fixed with a surfeit of BBQ sauce?
I ate while Bubba Sean typed. Between the entrée and the dessert, I stepped next door to buy some worms for fishing. Life is pretty good, BBQ, under the Texas sky, and some fresh nightcrawlers for fishing. Dead farm animals and live bait. Is there anything in life that can’t be fixed with a surfeit of BBQ sauce?
2. The code – which also variously known as the guy code, the unwritten rules of brotherhood, and so forth. It was a Scorpio lad who first explained this to me, “See, good guy friends? They don’t date your ex-girlfriend. Or ex-wife. It’s just not done. Part of the code.”
There’s an extension to that, I’ve added, not out of a sense of loyalty, just out of a sense of wanting to see another day, about not dating someone else’s current wife or girlfriend.
Plus, there was one Libra I know, and she explained, after I dated her, that I was now ineligible to date any of her friends. I suppose that’s some corollary to the code, the female version. I wouldn’t have thought about her addendum, except I ran into one of her astrological doppelgangers the other evening. Same nuances of behavior, same gestures, same astrological signature. Just a weird coincidence.
So Tuesday morning, I got one of those e-mails, in the story, in short, is that there were these two sisters, and the younger one was married – now divorced – from a guy who is basically, well, not a nice person. So he’s on meds these days, according to the note, and he’s also back, hitting on the other sister.
I think I’ll work this into the Thursday Sagittarius scope.
