Arrg, There be Grease Pirates in These Waters
Houston is at the top of another list: the most grease pirate-plagued city in Texas.
Who is responsible for keeping that stat?
Houston is at the top of another list: the most grease pirate-plagued city in Texas.
Who is responsible for keeping that stat?
I spent a nice evening watching the Astros with Cary Brock, Jim Henkel, and Tomas Escalante.
We started the evening at Inn at the Ballpark. A nice lobby to rangle a beer in preparation for the game.
A great game - a 2-4 4th inning. That was the final, a grand slam home run.
We had a nice traffic-scatter beer back at the Inn. Good conversation, a few strangers in on the conversation. And I think I sold Danielle and her “husband” on the roller derby in three weeks.
I’ve been listening to the Marfa radio since I got home, but haven’t heard Alderman David’s voice in the last 20 minutes. It’s recording, so perhaps I’ll make it available somewhere.
Allen and I are number 11 in a collection with 50 other photographs from the Chronicle. The photo is as we were driving into the staging area of the 2008 Art Car Parade.
About one third are from this year, one third from 1988, and the rest of various other places and times: last year, in studios, etc.
Whew! I’m still breathing hard. Just got back from the beer run for Saturday morning.
I usually have regular thursday night and friday night plans. I bailed on both of them. No thursday games with friends. No friday running sound for the Ringwalds.
I helped out Allen Hill in preparing the OldiesMobile for the Art Car Parade on saturday. Lot’s of starts and stops, and success and failure, as art cars are want to be. But I think we’re ready for the morning.
I borrowed a generator from our service department. It is built to support an ambulance, so it’s totally over engineered for running a band. Loading into my car with a fork lift was the first warning - this things gonna be heavy.
Thursday, Allen and I moved it from my car, tested it, it worked great. We moved it into the Mobile. Friday I get home, he’s in my driveway, we move it from the Mobile, it’s a no-go. We call Sir Henkel and with three, we 1) pick it off the ground to a table, 2) off the table to the hood, 3) off the hood to the roof. Job performed, Sir Henkel retreats. (more…)

This motley group can only mean one thing.
Okay, it can mean many, many things. And most of them are dubious. But not this one. It means it’s time for the Art Car Parade.
(This photo is from the parade 2007 - photo by Virginia)
I’ll be driving the Allen Oldies Mobile this year.
Between today and the last time I was at the Continental Club, with the El Orbits, and letters and numbers, it’s been a while.
I saw quite a few familiar faces last night, some whose names I know, and some I don’t. Virginia O, Pete G, Allen H, Thomas E, Bob S, Lance, Mark & Catherine, Jennifer N, Christopher, Adrian, Squid.
Nothing used to keep us from the Satellite Lounge and the El Orbits. Do you remember Ally McBeal? We skipped out on that skinny fad. Instead we had a Lonestar and/or a martini with our lounge music and new Houston friends. I met more than one friend that I still have to this day on a Monday night with the El Orbits!
Going out on a weeknight has been a bit unfamiliar of late. It used to be my standard operating procedure. Now, I like my sleep. I have a commute.
Others need to start coming out on Monday night again, enjoying the evening. You can leave by 10:30 or 11:00 and still get plenty of sleep for that tuesday morning meeting.