Today they had a lunchtime gospel concert at my job as a part of the general MLK celebration. I don’t know what it is, but when I hear that oldtime gospel music, my allergies always start acting up. (Yes, I know I’m a big wuss who will cry for any reason.) Today was no exception. It would’ve been pretty embarrassing to have the waterworks come out in front of all my co-workers, but I have a feeling that they wouldn’t have minded. And it wasn’t even like it was sad music - it was the usual uplifting stuff. I guess some would say that this shows that I don’t have enough of the Lord in my life.
Once every few months, I try to go Stubbs Gospel Brunch to try and get my “God fix”. It always feels so good, combining two of my loves: urban gospel music and stuffing food into my fat face. I suppose that I could get this feeling every weekend or whatever, but I prefer have my God-intake come in small doses.
Some people ask why I don’t go to Church and I always tell them that 12 years of private school burned me out on Mass. That’s probably not at all true - I think it has way more to do with the fact that I’m incredibly lazy.
I’m going to have to start making regular appearances at Church, though. Mary Alice insists that we baptize Marcelina soon and the only way I’ll feel good about that is if we dive headfirst into full religion mode.
DO NOT shoot yourself. You’ll get suspended.
It makes me wonder: if I’m gonna coach Marcelina in any kind of youth basketball league, am I going to need to carry around a gun like Officer Rhone?
Douche from “Just The Ten Of Us”
Bill Kirchenbauer, one of those city slickers from Californey, is upset because there are basketball hoops in some of the driveways of his neighborhood, make it look like “something you’d see in a trailer park.”
Fortunately, for all of humanity, he’s getting resistance from many of his neighbors, who are kind of going outside of the box and wanting their kids to play outside and not stay inside all day and play Xbox so that they can get fat like Bill.
Instead of asking him stupid questions about his ultraposh Lake Travis neighborhood, the Statesman needs to ask the important stuff. Namely, what was it like working with Jamie Luner? Va-va-vavoom!
I’m talking about La Fuente’s, which is one of the hardest places to find in all of Austin. Seriously, it’s on Circle S Road, but I think on both ends of the road, there are Do Not Enter signs. It’s a tad confusing.
I haven’t been there in awhile - I think the last time was with Joe & Sally and I think Amy went, too. I remember we got there about 9, and the staff looked kind of pissed that we were there so “late”, but the freaking sign on the door said they closed at 10:00. Anyway, the food is good, but I didn’t see John Kelso.
I can’t find any pictures, but we also went to dinner there after my nephew’s baptism. Maybe I’ll update this if I come across those pics. But probably not.
I went to an Austin Toros game as part of a team-building exercise with my department at work. I thought that we were going to do drills with the team and maybe if I was lucky maybe a ropes course with Kevin Pittsnogle, but it was more of us getting on a shuttle and going to an actual 11 am NBADL game.
Now, I’m not gonna knock the game or the atmosphere - it was more fun that I thought it would be. It’s like a mini-NBA game (except without the t-shirt cannon). They have a dance team and they have audience stunts during official timeouts and they even have expensive-ass items at the concession. $4 for nachos!?!?! That’s an outrage!
I later found out the reason for the day game - the Toros were having a “school jam,” so i was lucky enough to have a few hundred middle school students screaming in my ear for no reason whatsoever. I’m not sure if people really go to these games, though, so I’m kind of pissed that I didn’t get to do the halfcourt shot or that thing where you spin five times on your head and run dizzily across the court and make a lay up. All because of the damn kids.
I have to admit, however, that it was cool to see R.C. Buford. I was a tad taken aback by his attire, though. He was wearing a black dress shirt that was a little too fitted, some white jeans (I think they were Versace - seriously) and some kind of clogs that I usually only see medical personnel rocking. I guess the Eurodoucheiness of one Tony Parker is rubbing off on him. I kind of always pictured him as a regular dude. Tell you what, though - the man can build one helluva franchise.
All in all, I would have to recommend going to a Toros game, especially if someone else is paying for the ticket. One thing: try to stay away from the School Jam.
image: metavariable
Last night, Mary Alice, Marcelina and I went to La Feria on South Lamar with Joe & Sally. To my best recollection, I had never been to the place, and I had a gift certificate that I was waiting to burn from Restaurant.com. It was a $25 one, and usually they are regularly $10, but I was able to get it for $3 or $4, due to a coupon from their mailing list. I would highly recommend getting on that mailing list. Coupons galore, baby! (more…)
