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.
This weekend I spent the weekend in Wimberley, Texas. One of the boardgames someone wanted to play was Goa – a trading game themed on the historically important region of India. But it’s a four-player game and we had five people, so it never got played. 
Another that was high on the list and did get played was Perikles – by well-know boardgame designer (yes, there are a few), Martin Wallace.
On the return trip I listened to the NPR Puzzle podcast from the previous weekend. Will Shortz had just returned from some sort of puzzle tournament in Goa. The on-air puzzle was categories in C-H-A-M-P, and plays by Shakespeare was one of them. Can you name a P- play by Shakespeare?
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.
I was cleaning out my overburdened in-box and came across an old email from Kim. A photo of a rat snake they found while doing yard work at her mother-in-law’s place in Palacios, Texas. It’s a quite impressive snake.
Palacious is on the Tres Palacios Bay, a small inlet off of the Matagorda Bay, and is about half way between Houston and Corpus Christi.
It’s been an insanely busy week – and I still haven’t had time to deal with my apparently broken air conditioner. Stopped off for dinner/beer/wi-fi before an evening of board games at the Stag’s Head.
They have the most awesomely amazing St. Arnold’s Imperial Stout aged in whiskey barrels on the cask pull. It’s an amazing beer, and being served at the perfect temperature. Austin Beer Boy should be salivating! I’ve only had this beer once before – at the 2007 St. Patrick’s Day Gonigel competition and party. Sean Lamb had brought a chocolate cake he made me eat with the beer, at the same time. It was amazing!
After laundry and chores and trying to fix an A/C on Monday (didn’t work), I had dinner and Power Grid at Sivco’s on Tuesday, edited a lengthy podcast last night with more laundry. Games tonight. Tomorrow is Ringwalds sans Jennifer plus derby in-service if I can make it. Saturday is crawfish boil (in the 281 – eep), and Sunday is roller derby with an after party at Onion Creek. I’ll be late to work on Monday for sure.
Well, I finally threw away this t-shirt that I’ve had for over twenty years. It was a gift from a girl friend. She made them and sold them on the Drag to pay for her college.
It’s a long sleeved shirt, so I’ve mostly used it as an undershirt during the past winters.
But too many holes mean it has to go. Such is life.
(I’m sure there are several people who will be happy to know that I’m purging one over-worn shirt, because you know I have dozens.)