Thursday, December 30, 2004
We're headed out to take more pictures and will post them here as we get them. We'll be careful to screen out the boring ones, and ones that are too personal to share. (there are SOO many transvestites in this city!)
Monday, December 27, 2004
The day started with a trip to the car dealership to have the tires rotated and balanced. The excitement of the trip was palpable. Then a quick stop at Lowe's to get light bulbs, a self-coiling hose (to water the atrium) and a new toilet flush handle. WOW! I did witness a hit-n-run accident in the parking lot and provided a description of the vehicle to authorities. My heart nearly exploded from the stimulus.
I continued home, where a list titled "things to do before vacation" awaited me. I couldn't WAIT to dig right in! Obviously the list included changing light bulbs, watering the atrium and fixing the toilet. Good thing I am in complete and total control of my emotions.
Afterward, I met up with Tawnya and Danny for late lunch at TGIFriday, then saw the movie "Meet the Fockers." It was irritating in spots, and much like my day, fairly predictable. Then we dropped Danny at a friends to spend the night, came home and watched the Rams beat the Eagles on MNF, which was fairly shocking. We hit the hot tub for a few minutes, then retired for the night.
I have no idea how I was able to function today, considering the furious ado. I just hope things slow down soon.
Saturday, December 25, 2004
Afterward, we began our day of driving, with the first stop at Tawnya's parents for feasting and opening more presents. It turned out to be a great stop, my sister and brother-in-law got me a half-pint of Jack Daniels, which we quickly opened and passed around. It was "gone in 60 seconds."
We left at around 3:30 and dropped our son Danny off at Dan's. (one of "the others") Then it was on to Columbia to drop Courtney off at her Mom's and drove to Warsaw to take my Mom home. We covered almost 600 miles in 10 hours, with only one small delay... a run-in with a Pettis county highway patrol officer who graciously issued us nothing more than a Merry Christmas, and wishes for a safe SLOWER trip. We finally got home at about 1 am and lapsed into a coma until 9 this morning.
Our Christmas day is starting with a fire in the hearth room, a good breakfast/coffee and watching the travel channel for ideas. Soon we'll call family and spread merriment, then go to Rick & Robins for food and drinks. Tonight we'll head to the chinese restaurant and pig out with Gary, Mike & Paula.
Side note: during dinner, Dr. Mike and I will plan our next idea to make a million, which we'll later agree would never work anyway.
I'm hoping that I can spend the wee hours of the morning as Christmas passes, in the backyard under the stars with my wife and some hot chocolate. I'm sure we'll talk about how next year maybe WE can have the kids on Christmas... about how next years gifts will be more creative and less expensive... and we'll probably lament about how Christmas has been distorted into a barely recognizable ghost of its former self.
Then we'll toast and go to bed.
Merry Christmas to you and yours, whoever and wherever you are... and may you have a blessed 2005!
I'm in the business of words... so I wonder what the most uttered words on Christmas day might be here in America. Would it be MERRY CHRISTMAS, or GOOD MORNING? I'd say THANK YOU is right up there, probably at number two. I believe the number one most uttered phrase on Christmas morning is probably "I didn't know."
"I didn't know what size to get you."
"I didn't know if green was your color."
"I didn't know if you'd really like an oil painting of deer mating."
"I didn't know if you were still collecting statuettes of Donald Trump."
I'll bet if you really think about it, I DIDN'T KNOW is probably Christmas mornings most articulated phrase.
"I didn't know if Sam was getting you the matching fishnet hose to go with this leather thong."
I'm glad I got to the bottom of that.
Wednesday, December 22, 2004
During my show today, we discussed the sex of Santa. Oh sure, most assume he's a "he." "He" is not. He couldn't be.
This is my spin on why, based loosely on an editorial I read once:
First, has a man ever chosen a gift more than a couple of days before Christmas? Of course not. He waits until nothing remains except Pocket Fishermen, Cap Snafflers and a smattering of medium-size shirts. (gee, could this be why most gifts from a man have to be exchanged?) Evidence: Santa=woman
Then there's the whole "stopping and asking for directions" thing. Do you think for one minute that Santa could get to all those chimneys without getting lost once? And if Santa WERE a man, I guarantee he'd still be driving around looking for addresses on Valentine's Day. So obviously Santa is stopping and asking the gas station attendant when in doubt. Fortunately for Santa, the only gas station open on Christmas eve night is being manned by Elvis - and they have a mutual secrecy "clause." (har har, get it?) Evidence: Santa=woman
And how about the whole "reindeer" thing? If Santa WERE male, those deer would be gutted, field dressed and hung by their hind legs before departing the North Pole! And I'm pretty certain at least one of the racks would be headed via Fed Ex to a taxidermist for mounting. Evidence: Santa=woman
A few other reasons Santa must be a woman -
- Men never answer mail, nor do they read it.
- Men wouldn't be caught dead hanging with red-and-green-dressed midgets, it would be too much of a blow to their masculinity.
- The phrase HO HO HO would NEVER be his trademark, it practically guarantees he'll never get laid.
- It would be difficult to imagine a man being okay with the "bowl full of jelly" comparison.
- A stocking never crossed a man's mind without having a female leg in it... why would Santa be any different?
Last, but not least... being in charge of Christmas would require serious commitment. Overwhelming predominance of evidence: Santa=woman
I'm glad we finally know the truth. I can now get back to wrapping my wife's new jerky machine.
Monday, December 20, 2004
I was forced to rise at a ridiculously early hour this morning after staying up a little too late the night before. Tawnya worked into the wee hours, making dessert for the girls in her Bunko group... she's hosting a party tonight for twenty players... and I tried to keep her company, but I forced myself into bed prematurely to avoid the morning headache which accompanies lack of sleep.
My wife is serving homemade lasagna, salad, dinner rolls... and dream pie & fudge for dessert. And of course, I can't have any. "It's for the girls!"
So the boys and I will head to Frailey's to watch Monday night football and drink beers. And I won't bring her any.
Mom's here visiting for the week, so we're telling stories and catching up. I was just thinking about fears our parents instill in us, as I was handing her a particularly robust pair of scissors. I began thinking about how long she terrorized me by making me believe I could possibly fall on a pair, driving them deep into my own chest... even though I haven't fallen in that manner since I was - oh, 6. As if somehow my wrist would encounter a strange centrifugal force and turn at just the right moment (called the "shear instant") and become a deadly dagger of death. An inadvertent self-serve bayonet.
Remember Mom telling you how it is dangerous to lick the peanut butter knife? Again, as if you could find a way to fall face-first directly onto it, driving it deep into your skull via your PB&J hole... causing severe life-threatening esophageal lacerations.
Deadly, horrifying pseudo-SWORDS, those butter knives.
Talk about irrational mother-imposed fear.
Sunday, December 19, 2004
Saturday, December 18, 2004
So the next idea was to drive somewhere warm. I looked into Destin, but the highs during that time are supposed to be only in the low 50's... so the cold weather is headed way south that week. No part of Florida will be warm except Miami, but flights are 3 times normal rate.
I checked into New Orleans, but weather there will be 50s daytime, 20s at night. There are Caribbean cruises available, but Rick's not a big fan of boats... and again the problem is, the cost of a flight to the port is twice the cost of the cruise itself.
So we may be destined to stay here and rough it out. Did I mention I hate cold weather?
I was reading the news about the sale of Elvis Presley Enterprises. It includes movie and music rights, rights to his image and likeness, the land across the street from Graceland, the planes... basically the business and all his professional accomplishments. It was all sold by his daughter Lisa Marie for a mere 100 million dollars! A pittance, considering it's a cash generator - 45 million EACH YEAR. What was she thinking? Gosh, I hope Elvis really is dead. I'd hate to know he was witnessing the selling off of his accomplishments and fame for the basic equivalent of beer and cigarette money. At least she's retained a place to drink and smoke them away - she keeps Graceland and the 13 acres it sits on.
Hey, maybe we'll go to Memphis! Gambling and ribs can go a long way toward feeling warm.
I still haven't set the tree up, but it's happening today, no excuses. Then, tonight I'll finish my Christmas shopping. We have hell-week coming, Monday night Tawnya is hosting a bunko party. Twenty giggling, dice rolling, gossiping women will take over my living room and disrupt my spiritual "center." Thursday we host another holiday party with friends and family at 5 that evening. (the entire week I be busy in the recording studio, and I'm doing the morning show on the Bull Monday thru Thursday) Friday we'll celebrate Christmas with Tawnya's family, then drive the kids to their "other" parents' houses. (two hours in opposite directions) Finally, Christmas day we'll get a break.
God REST ye merry gentlemen.
Wednesday, December 15, 2004
Tuesday morning started as usual, made coffee and opened my laptop to start scouring the news sites to find out what happened overnight. A few minutes later I'm feeling this pain in my right jaw and right-upper back below my shoulder blade. Hmmm... that feels weird. Generally, if it's your heart it will be in the left side of your body, so I wasn't particularly worried, but decided to call my doctor anyway. He sent me right to the ER...
...which of course screwed up my entire day.
I'm only 40 and in relatively decent shape - so I knew it was nothing big. I went through a battery of tests and x-rays. All tests were perfectly normal, the x-ray showed nothing. They scheduled me for a stress test, just to make sure. After thinking about it, it appears it was a sore gum/tooth and indigestion. Jesus what a waste of the day. The good news is, I got to find out for sure that I was heart-healthy, always a nice thing to know.
After the hectic day at the hospital, we had our traditional yearly Sam's Steakhouse dinner with our friends Debbie and Tim. Ironic, after being tested for heart-related problems I figured it was time for a 24-ounce porterhouse, baked potato and salad. (the salad cancels out the steak, so it's okay... right?) It was fun catching up with Debbie & Tim, the last time we saw them was earlier this year when Tawnya organized a trip to New Orleans for my 40th birthday. It was great, 10 people went for 4 days and we got really wasted. (shocking pictures below, scroll down) It's become a tradition among a circle of our friends to celebrate my birthday somewhere out of town. My 39th was in Playa del Carmen, Mexico.
Another favorite tradition of mine - every Christmas night we have a late dinner at a Chinese restaurant. We always celebrate the holiday on Christmas EVE, which leaves our entire Christmas day open to do whatever we want. Pretty cool actually... the Chinese don't celebrate Christmas, and since it's harder to find an open restaurant on Christmas night than lettuce in Kirstie Alley's digestive tract, you always have a good amount of company. And generally there's a vibe in the room, sort of a "thank goodness Christmas is over" camraderie.
Strange, I ALREADY feel that vibe at my house.
So it's Wednesday, and I told myself I'd have the Christmas tree up last Sunday. It's still in the box, but... the box is out of storage and sitting in the middle of the family room! Such PROGRESS! Hopefully, sometime before the 24th, I'll open the box and assemble its contents.
Monday, December 13, 2004
I spent an hour on the air at the Bull today, sounded like crap but got used to the studio. I will be working every weekday through Christmas eve now, filling in for vacations. Also had lunch with the old crew at Emmis, it was good catching up.
As you can tell, I don't have a lot to talk about today - but I'm happy Scott Peterson got what he deserves. His cold, calculating manner left no room for doubt as to what he had coming to him.
Talk to you tomorrow morning over coffee.
Sunday, December 12, 2004
Click to read the story, but the gist is... a parent with a troubled teen apparently violated privacy laws by listening to a conversation on an extention - during which she discovered the teen was complicit in a purse-snatching... or at least knew who the perpetrator was. Since the information was obtained via "illegal" eavesdropping, it is inadmissible.
Give me a break. Since when does your child have privacy rights when using YOUR phone? I don't get it.
Saturday, December 11, 2004
I thought for a second, then said, "Actually life's living me."
It's the old live-to-work or work-to-live thing I guess. But I like my phrase better. And next time life's living you, kindly remind life who's the boss.
And remember to never, ever try to convince yourself you could write a country song.
The weekend started by attending a cheery Christmas gathering with a buddy at his gym. It's always fun to watch people at a gym - that sort of atmosphere brings out the most primal of instincts in humans. I was watching the looks that girls give each other when they feel their territory has been invaded. Simply priceless. Fortunately, there was beer and it was a good time.
Then got up at 7-ish this morning and headed to meet the guys and help Ron move. My forearms and lower back are aching tonight. There were lots of stairs and two truckloads of stuff - and it was one of the BIG trucks. I just got home and am going to soak for a while in the hot tub to stop the soreness. I feel really old on days like this.
I'm still not the least bit in the Christmas spirit. I'm hoping that setting up the tree will help, I'm planning to accomplish this tomorrow. We have a great tree and it usually does the trick. I'll put Bing Crosby and Andy Williams on the stereo and maybe get some eggnog. I can't believe the family has allowed me to put off tree-decorating this long. Fascinating, could it be I'm not the only one NOT in the mood yet?
Thursday, December 09, 2004
Einstein once said, "time, no matter how persistent, is only an illusion." (he also once said "which way to the restroom?" but I digress)
I'm lying in bed with the laptop and... it seems like I just climbed OUT of this bed. Yet, it was 16 hours ago. I work from home, so I don't have a commute or a fixed workday. But recently, and for about 5 months, I took an outside job for 4 hours a day every afternoon. During that period, time really slowed down. My daily routine went as such:
Get up at about 7, do the bathroom stuff, throw on shorts/t-shirt, have breakfast and coffee, head into the recording studio, work until around 12:30, shower, dress AGAIN, drive through a fast-food place for lunch (which was eaten on the commute) get downtown at 1:55 for a 2 o'clock show. At 6, drive home.
It was actually TWO workdays in one. Get up, prepare for work, GO to work, finish... then prepare for work, GO to work, finish, drive home. I don't need to point out the negatives of that scenario, but the positive is that each day seemed like two. And considering how time flies as you get older, that was a good thing!
Now that I've come to my senses and ended my binary career configuration, time is FLYING by again. Part of the reason - I love my job. I'm a voice over artist and it's a blast... and as they say, time flies when you're having fun.
So how can I solve the problem and decelerate my day? My only recourse, as I see it, is to take regular breaks to do something I hate.
A short list of possibilities:
- Watch shopping channel for 1 hour
- Rake leaves and put them in my pants
- Scratch chalkboard with fingernails
- Mall shopping with Ernest Borgnine
- Pick up dog poop from yard with hands tied behind my back
- Assault my own skull with a blunt instrument until I lose consciousness, wake up, repeat
Maybe I could spend time watching water come to a boil or counting marbles in a jar. I do have a frustratingly large box of christmas lights to untangle, THAT should slow the day down a bit. Hmmm.
Okay, maybe I need to stop thinking about it and just accept life's brutally fast tempo. It was, after all, Einstein who said:
"I never think of the future. It comes soon enough."
As for my previous post of the moon picture... isn't astronomy a great thing? (trying not to appear a geek, here) I have a neat telescope I keep telling myself I need to start using. I want to get one of those outside portable fireplaces, some marshmallows and my telescope one night and have fun with the kids. My telescope isn't one of the little ones, it has a computer with it that will turn the scope to whatever star you click on. Too bad it doesn't have auto-focus, I have a hell of a time getting it focused in.
Here is an interesting site if you're into space stuff. It's NASA's "Picture of the Day." (which is where I got that moon picture) It changes daily, so check back. It's always something interesting, and it always puts me in my place! haha!
Enough about space. I need breakfast and a shower. I'll write more later.
This week an interesting phenomenon occurred... but it was just because of the angle, it's not like "celestial bodies coming together." Jupiter crossed behind the Moon, and this picture was snapped. You can see the quarter-crescent of lighted moon, (bottom half) the rest of the moon which was not lighted, then Jupiter above, with some of its own moons. Pretty awesome thing. Makes me feel small and insignificant.
Tuesday, December 07, 2004
The new Bud Light bottle has spurred a debate these days. Many are already missing the old-school metallic silver and red labels that, for decades, have adorned the world's most popular brew. You know, the ones that hardly ever peel correctly without error. Sure, they're easy to get started, but then the gummy under-layer won't release smoothly, leaving a sticky white partial label, which can only speak to the integrity of the paper used.
So by now you know, for me it's not the design, style or logo. But how it peels.
I will tell you, peeling the new label is a far more bewildering task. Although it always comes off in one piece (haven't torn one yet) getting it started is a real challenge. You'll be tempted to cheat and use the twist-off top or a pocket knife -- don't insult me. Any label-peeling purist knows better. The persevering drinker will use legal methods such as a fingernail... or when nobody's looking, a tooth. (legal, but you look goofy as hell) Be diligent, the patient peeler will be rewarded for their assiduousness. You'll eventually snag a corner, and it's all downhill from there.
At this point, we must consider the possible uses for the freshly peeled label. Years ago, I would have been satisfied with USE NUMBER ONE... to stack them to the side in hopes that the old "sex coupon" line might work with an unwitting female passer-by.
Hmm, wonder why that never worked...
Well, anyway. Another favorite application, USE NUMBER TWO, for the peeled document is to invert it. This serves two purposes. One, you always know which beer is yours. Two, (and far more fun) it makes the bartender or waitress at least consider the possibility that the bottle actually came from the brewery that way, a victim of some freak assembly line capsizing accident.
My friend Gary always flips his label. I never asked him why.
Here's a favorite poem of mine by Frost, called "Stopping By Woods on a Snowy Evening."
Whose woods these are I think I know.
His house is in the village, though;
He will not see me stopping here
To watch his woods fill up with snow.
My little horse must think it queer
To stop without a farmhouse near
Between the woods and frozen lake
The darkest evening of the year.
He gives his harness bells a shake
To ask if there is some mistake.
The only other sound's the sweep
Of easy wind and downy flake.
The woods are lovely, dark, and deep,
But I have promises to keep,
And miles to go before I sleep,
And miles to go before I sleep.
Monday, December 06, 2004
Then I dried off and hit the fridge. I ate about half a jar of sliced grapefruit with a little sugar on it, and a peanut butter sandwich. Washed it down with two pints of ice cold milk. The Gods of the Frigidaire must be smiling on me tonight, the whole thing was a near-religious experience. I'm not sure how citric acid, peanuts and dairy do together, so I'm sure it will trigger a gastro-chemical reaction at about bedtime. But for now, I'm good.
If my wife were home tonight, she'd surely remind me how unhealthy it is to eat after 8, how much cholesterol peanut butter has, and how Wonder bread contains no real nutrients. Probably more things I can't think of now. But hey. She's gone.
Hell, it's only 1 am. There's still some week-old meatloaf in there, some leftover breakfast potatoes, the rest of that jar of grapefruit, and some spicy polish sausage. And about a half-gallon of 33 degree fresh milk left. I might just go all-in.
I wonder if I could talk my wife into one more night with her mom.
I wish I had some Spam.
Sunday, December 05, 2004
I'm headed to the tread mill, I am on a mission to lose 25 pounds by February 1. I talked to a personal trainer last week and am thinking about going that route. I don't feel good about being this heavy. When I graduated HS I was 6'2" and weighed 143. I never want to be that thin again, but it would be nice to be under 200.
I am not feeling very deep this week so all my posts have been "this is what is happening today." Boring shit. So in an effort to move to more heavy subjects... I am listening to comedian Lewis Black. Funny shit. Laughing my ass off! Gotta go enjoy it, I'll be deep some other time.
More later, we're out the door.
Saturday, December 04, 2004
Jim and Ryan got in last night at 8:20, I called Ryan's cell phone as we pulled up to the airport and they were just coming out. What timing! We ended up hitting Kreiger's sports bar for a bite, then headed out to a place called Stovall's, a little country music joint in the woods. A small group of friends had gathered there, so we joined them for some beers and dancing. Then came home and crashed. Slept until 8 this morning, got up and made coffee. Tawnya made breakfast for all of us. Now we'll head out to be tourists today. It's weird, St. Louis isn't a real tourist destination but there are actually lots of things to do/see. I figure I'll take them to the brewery, the arch and Kimmswick. Jim suggested we book a trip to Hawaii as a group and that sounds really good. Perfect time of year for it. Last time we were out there was when we got married in Maui in 2000.
Tawnya's mom was feeling strange the other night so they took her to the hospital. Turns out she had 80 percent blockage in the right side, so they put in a stint. She's feeling better, but is diabetic and is bleeding a little so they'll keep her one extra day. It's amazing how opening up a blockage makes your whole world look better... I've talked several people who had the procedure.
I'd better change clothes and get ready to hit the road. Lots of things to see today, then Tawnya has to work tonight. Maybe I'll feed our guests a nice steak tonight at Tucker's. What's that noise, is it my arteries slamming shut?!?
Friday, December 03, 2004
In a song by Fred Knoblock called "Why Not Me," what are the names of the three friends mentioned? (one didn't show for the wedding because of a golf game) Just leave it in the "comments" field if you know the answer. Why am I asking this? I truly don't know. Just wondering if someone will have the energy to google search the lyrics and post the answer. I need a life.
Just got a call that Jim & Ryan will be late, their flight was changed so they had to transfer to another airline. They'll be here a couple of hours later than we expected, but that's okay. I'll take them on a tour of the brewery tomorrow, and then a trip up in the arch. The usual St. Louis crap. Got a nice call from my Mom a few minutes ago, she's been feeling under the weather and I tried to cheer her up a little. She's stuck in the unfriendly confines of Warsaw, MO and there are very few things to keep her busy there. I'm hoping I can find her a place to live close by this Spring. I think she felt better when we got off the phone. She sounded more "up." She's awesome.
Done with work today, time to clean up the bar and stock the fridge with weekend beer. I'm working up a powerful thirst just thinking about it.
Went to a place called Robata's of Japan steak house and enjoyed dinner and drinks. It was a holiday party thrown by American Express investments, so we went and got the best chef in the place. I must say the restaurant has gone down hill since I first came to town. They need to clean, replace carpet and further upgrade, but we had a blast and the chef (Vince) was great! Went with our friends Rick & Robin. (Robin is Tawnya's real estate partner and Rick is our investment guy) We finished the night off with a tequila shot and felt like we could have partied later, but were home by 10:45 pm. Sat in the hottub for about an hour and now am thinking of hitting the bed.
So on to my subject. T and I had a long chat tonight about whether we believe in forever. Of course SHE does, women usually do. I'm more reticent regarding the concept. My take is, it's sort of like a job, a project, etc. If you just look at your long term goal (in this case being married forever) it will be harder to make it happen. If you take one day at a time and figure that today will be another successful married day, you'll be more likely to succeed. Before you know it, another week, a month, a year goes by and you haven't really thought about "forever," but you're on your way to it. I think long-term "expectations" can damage your chances of achievement.
Is this too clinical? Am I overthinking? I'm not a believer in fairy tales. But then, I've been involved in two marriages that did not work, and while both have taught me much... perhaps they have taken wind out of my sails.
So I hope that the fine breeze I've found continues.
Thursday, December 02, 2004
Now 40 percent of his winnings will go toward a school system that he doesn't use and a tax system full of waste and inefficiency. Which "after taxes" leaves him 60 percent. Of course don't forget, another HUGE part of the amount remaining will go toward property tax on a new home he'll probably buy, sales tax on a car or two, sales tax on anything else he buys with it... and then of course eventual capital gains tax, an inheritance tax, and finally an estate, gift and generation-skipping tax, aka DEATH tax.
Am I the only person who has such a negative attitude toward such a cool victory by this guy? I am a realist (many would call me cynical) and I tend to weigh things before celebrating. This tax system needs overhauling in a big way.
I LOVE the idea of a flat national sales tax, with exempt cards for those who need them. If we all paid 12 percent at the register, when making a car payment, when filling up the tank, when paying your utility bill... what a great world this would be! Shit, think of the implications. Drug dealers, "under the table" income people, prostitutes, war lords, those who host BUNKO parties fer Christsake... would pay taxes. There obviously would be separate rules for corporations, businesses, et al. But how simple it would be.
Agency day, I have a recording session today for US Expedition. Their holiday commercial will air on several national channels, which is exciting. Then, I need to spend part of the day picking up dog shit. Regis has made himself quite a "debris-field" in the front yard. There is no tactful way of picking up shit, really. A friend suggested rubber gloves - and I'm thinking "does this guy really think you use your HANDS to pick up shit?" I have one of those handy gadgets that looks like a piece of construction equipment. Pick up the turd, drop it in the bag, no muss, no fuss. But you still look like an idiot doing it... so I'll have to pick a time when most of the neighbors are gone. I'd say about 2:30 this afternoon.
Did you know there are companies out there who specialize in the disposal of the canine calling card? They are professional perveyors of poop, sanitizers of shit, disposers of dysentary. Evacuators of the coiled perfume snake. And then they BILL you for it.
I love this country.
Wednesday, December 01, 2004
By the way, as my old friend Steve pointed out... the Seinfeld dictionary is missing some important terms such as, "master of my domain" and "sponge-worthy." Such gaffes actually makes the dictionary nearly worthless. Nearly. But still worth a look.
Another late night, we celebrated a birthday last night with Dr. Mike and Paula, friends from O'Fallon, MO. Paula turned 27, so we went to Vivian's Vinyard in St. Charles for some amazing food. Margarita turned out to be the drink of the night. Had portabella 'shrooms, shrimp and wings for appetizers, and I ended up having the filet maison - a 10 ounce filet with some kind of cream sauce. Great place if you're ever in the St. Charles area on 2nd street. Afterward, we took a trip to a place called Duschene Bar for more cocktails and a few games of pool. It was a good time.
On the way home, we passed a bunch of emergency vehicles parked on the top of a levee near Spirit of St. Louis airport and above it all hovered a helicopter with search lights. We had no idea what was going on, but we figured it was a manhunt of some kind. Turned out, they were searching for a plane crash site, after a small commuter jet disappeared off the radar screen shortly after take-off.
Coffee is so much better fresh ground. 8 O'clock is best but any fresh ground is better than the stuff in a can.
Better head into the recording studio. I have a bunch of projects to get out today, lots of clients getting ready for Christmas.