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Monday April 30, 2001
Bumper stickers sighted in today's eXtreme dog walking neighborhood: "McCarthy
for President."
crossing the Colorado
soon to be newlyweds
skate in a proscuitto blanket
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crossing the Colorado Eating less and driving back and forth to Houston don't go together. At dawn I was at Weikel's Texaco getting a sausage and jalapeno cheese roll and a fourth coffee. And filling up with gas. The adrenaline from having the warning light on had kept me awake for a few miles. (Well, that and the first three huge cups of coffee.) In Houston, I did my act at my company. I went to their new building for the first time. They have a store with logo ware. They call it 'Company Store.' I guess they never heard that old song with the line, "I owe my soul to the company store." Sixteen Tons...that's it. The execs don't offer me their free lunch. So, I go to Cliff's and have some chicken fingers, french fries and root beer. I don't touch to gelatineous looking cream gravy. I head home but I'm dozing off by the time I'm at Weikel's again. The drive crosses and crosses the little Colorado, our central Texas river. I buy snacks and coffee. I'm allowed a sip of coffee or a bit of snack for each mile and this gets me home, awake. I do a little work on the phone on the drive and at home with e-mail and phone. I'm not world's most relaxed person when we arrive at the Four Seasons for the Cakebread Winery Wine Dinner. The food is entirely too good and I lay down all five courses and several wines. Ouch. We enjoy the company of some young folks, about to get married next month.
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