Happy Birthday Old Man
Because it’s still not improbable to burn fuel for glut, we headed 140 miles south on Friday to the Texas Grill so Juan could maintain a 14 year tradition. On his 38th, Birthday Boy had the Rib Eye, mashed potatoes and a follow up of cobbler. Myself, always a prime rib if possible; rare. Nothing says carnivorous like a nice, juicy prime rib served up by a sloppy tits. Goddamn good shit.
Pun didn’t finish his potatoes and thereby discussed ways to keep that on the DL. But the chicken friend steak stood no chance. Fiddy’s New York was down for the count.
Good times with good old friends and the big guy. Glad to have had a hand.
Re-enroute back to flag, we made the effort to stop at the Bad Ass BBQ joint just off the 1-10 in Black Canyon City for a digestion beer. We met Nicole(?) there. She moved from Pahrump to BCC “for the Job” and as she walked away from the bar, proceeded to body-check the wall with a good 1/2 of her body. She never lost her stride nor her customer service smile. She was a natural train wreck. Nevermind those teenage waitresses there in Black Canyon City. They may have been the kind that make you run from a double barrel shot gun with a smile and an superficial attempt at regret.
Another one in the books & that much closer to the end of it all. Hope you had a good time & Happy Birthday Old Man.