So, I had a pretty fantastic Labor Day weekend. Riding through Texas in my Jalopy Jeep with Miller as my copilot….that kid is “down for whatever.” Miller really sucked me into his laissez-faire style of just letting the days and nights take you where they may. We were unshaven, unshowered and unconcerned for three days. Observations from this weekend were as follows:

Waco without Baylor = Lebanon

When you meet a woman who is obviously trying to mask her age with make-up and fake tits do not immediately refer to her as “ma’am”

Jon Edmondson is a liberal. Seriously.

When making a call from my Jeep the person on the other line will undoubtedly ask, “Are you
in a convertible?”

Clay McNutt will never dismiss me again.

A waiter gave Miller free dessert and simply whispered, “Semper Fi.” That was cool.

Chris McIntosh is a real solid dude.

Most bizarre, yet effective pickup line, “You are an alien.”

The Federer story has immortalized Williams in the city of Dallas.

Love is about sacrifices. Kevin Bear now sports an Astro’s hat.

Miller and his dad have reconciled completely.

Love.