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slow bus a rollin’

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Nothing like sleeping in past the AM rush schedule for the busses.
Then getting in a rush to get out the door just in time to see the 9:37 go by. Now I get to wait for the 10:17.

There was aparently a bad schedule I read that led me to believe my bus ran all night. It actually shuts off at 1:00 am. Although there is a 12:58 pickup scheduled for my outbound stop, it didn’t happen last night. After the 12:45 – 1:15 wait, which was totally enjoyable, watching all the madness, giving directions, seeing people I know drive by (seems I can’t wait for the bus without doing so). Had to cab home, $10. Nice guy, though. Ex millionaire engineer. I hear your pain, Mr. Cabbie.

-b

I am the Hoi Polloi

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The Chronicle says:

“Most official Super Bowl parties this week are private, invitation-only soirees, such as Maxim and Playboy magazines’ celebrity-magnet events. Or they are free street bashes, such as the downtown Main Event concert jams, where few, if any, boldfaced name personalities will be mixing and mingling with Houston’s hoi polloi.” –chron

Come on down.
Dress warmly. And to keep out the rain.
Party, like it’s 1,999 of your best friends on a thursday. (7:30 – Molly & the Ringwalds)

-b

METRO

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I’m taking METRO all week, not wanting to try to park downtown.

Last night, took the rail to the CC.
Got back downtown about 11:45.
It’s crazy down there already. Busy, crazy.

Not to mention the places that didn’t exist a week ago that are booming.

Also, they’ve got a pedestrian hip-rail up next to the light rail.
I asked, and it’s temporary, to be placed for events and pulled when there’s road traffic. Very good idea.

As for the yet-another-illegal-left accident yesterday: trains 11, idiots 0.
-b

A long, busy day out of nowhere

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So, I had planned on going to the Big Top and prepping the bartop trim. But I also recalled that I had promised to replace a kitchen sink dispose-all for a friend this week and had been horribly otherwise busy.

So I called J. Nunnally to see what was up about 11am. “I’m at Ikea. I have $400 in gift certificates and I’m buying stuff for his house.” Bobby Mac being out of town, and J. Nunnally, his eX-but-still-friend house sitting for him. “I’m not sure how I’m gonna get the stuff back, though.”

I, of course, had dozens of things to do at the house, and had mentioned to Yo-yo, that I was planning on working at the CC/Big Top (but had made no specific plans or promises), so I offered “I’ll come help you”.

Number One. Ikea on a weekend should be avoided at all cost. O.K. that’s the only number that’s relevant. Continue reading →

Uhhhg

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I’m exhausted at the cellular level.

After 10 hours of work on the Big Top on saturday (trimmed out the windows on the doors, moved all the dead video games into Connie’s now vacant space, mounted three stools, and then… tore out the front of the building – brick, gigantic sheet glass, rotten wood, all gone). Then I stayed till 3am just enjoying and drinking, talking to Johnda about subtleties that would help the bartender work the bar.

This morning, sore muscles everywhere.

Still managed to get up and out of the house by 11am and get to the 23 mile mark of the marathon (in chilly, blustery weather) on my bike, to catch the tail enders. Allen Oldies band had wrapped only minutes before I got there, but we watched the runners for another 45 minutes or so.

Then Carrie’s after marathon party (left early).

Then Andrea’s b-day and a trip to Eda’s with the GreerHills and the Gordons in the cadillac limo. Grady Gaines. Packed house, we got there early and had sweet seats.

Time for bed.