My dream is to man the outside bar / casual grille at my in-law’s country club (and be a member, obviously). Dude does nothing but watch sports, grill up burgers and dogs, mix boat drinks in the blender, and shoot the shit with the Dads while the little ones jump off the diving board.
I mean Will makes fun of us whities all the time, so really it would be non-PC to exclude humor that may or may not stereotype those residing on the Indian sub-continent.
My post from Torrey Pines on Monday went over without a bang. The picture of her preggers at dinner the night prior got like 10x as many likes, so they ladies may have a point on this one.
Escaping the Houston heat in Californ I A and hope to keep the swing count in double digits at Torrey Pines on Monday during the eclipse. See y’all on Wednesday.
So you jog a few hundred yards, stand around for 10 minutes, then climb up the sand mound / mud pit / whatever then jog another 200 yards and wait around for 10 minutes? Sound really tough…
My boss, who is 62, once told me, “If you don’t know the answer, just fake it. I still have to do it all the time.” It gave me a level of comfort to realize that not everyone knows as much as you think they do, and that even when I’m not the smartest guy in the room, I’m most definitely not the dumbest.
You know what? I hope you enjoy a delicious, moderately priced, fast-casual lunch followed by an afternoon of PGP racking up page views and merch sales, then go home to play fetch with that adorable puppy of yours while you sip a cool beverage on your patio.
While all of the conversations / anecdotes I’ve posted are verbatim, I say them tongue-in-cheek because being married is awesome. She’s the only person in the world who knows basically everything there is to know about me, and she makes me want to be a better person every single day.
Have not. I work in River Oaks / Montrose area and live off the Beltway (west side, obviously). The last thing I’m going to do is get back on I-10 after sitting in rush hour.
Several weeks ago I was berated for heating up my leftovers in the styrofoam container provided by the restaurant and not on a regular plate. I was told think about what I’m putting in my body because I’d get cancer and die young. I came home the next day to a trash bag of full of old, cheap tupperware and a box from Amazon Prime that contained brand new expensive glass and BHP-free plastic containers. Peas in a pod here sometimes.
This brought to memory the time I spent stuck in IAH listening to two Georgia fans in matching visors and polos discuss which 7th graders the ‘Dawgs had their eyes on. There’s gotta be more to life than that, right? (Although maybe not in rural Georgia)
I think he’s referring to Killen’s new steakhouse on Voss which I haven’t yet been to but hear it’s good.
@19th – To restate what I’ve said several times before, Texas has the best individual bbq restaurants, however Kansas City has the best overall scene due to quality and variety.
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Can confirm, is a very sweet gig depending on the owner.
My dream is to man the outside bar / casual grille at my in-law’s country club (and be a member, obviously). Dude does nothing but watch sports, grill up burgers and dogs, mix boat drinks in the blender, and shoot the shit with the Dads while the little ones jump off the diving board.
I mean Will makes fun of us whities all the time, so really it would be non-PC to exclude humor that may or may not stereotype those residing on the Indian sub-continent.
My post from Torrey Pines on Monday went over without a bang. The picture of her preggers at dinner the night prior got like 10x as many likes, so they ladies may have a point on this one.
Orvis makes a very nice and comfortable crewneck sweatshirt but get ready to shell out like $75.
Escaping the Houston heat in Californ I A and hope to keep the swing count in double digits at Torrey Pines on Monday during the eclipse. See y’all on Wednesday.
So you jog a few hundred yards, stand around for 10 minutes, then climb up the sand mound / mud pit / whatever then jog another 200 yards and wait around for 10 minutes? Sound really tough…
My boss, who is 62, once told me, “If you don’t know the answer, just fake it. I still have to do it all the time.” It gave me a level of comfort to realize that not everyone knows as much as you think they do, and that even when I’m not the smartest guy in the room, I’m most definitely not the dumbest.
You know what? I hope you enjoy a delicious, moderately priced, fast-casual lunch followed by an afternoon of PGP racking up page views and merch sales, then go home to play fetch with that adorable puppy of yours while you sip a cool beverage on your patio.
That first sentence is real tough to get through, Will.
“I legitimately feel sorry for people who can’t get their fajitas and margs at El Tiempo,” thought 19th Hole upon reading this, probably.
Remember “What’s For Dinner?” Well I do, and I miss it. **sigh**
You cast a very wide Sup net, Hoosier_Snu. Some might even say it’s all encompassing.
While all of the conversations / anecdotes I’ve posted are verbatim, I say them tongue-in-cheek because being married is awesome. She’s the only person in the world who knows basically everything there is to know about me, and she makes me want to be a better person every single day.
My new biggest fear in life is my pregnant and hence very much impulsive wife discovering this site. How she hasn’t come across it yet is a miracle.
Have not. I work in River Oaks / Montrose area and live off the Beltway (west side, obviously). The last thing I’m going to do is get back on I-10 after sitting in rush hour.
Several weeks ago I was berated for heating up my leftovers in the styrofoam container provided by the restaurant and not on a regular plate. I was told think about what I’m putting in my body because I’d get cancer and die young. I came home the next day to a trash bag of full of old, cheap tupperware and a box from Amazon Prime that contained brand new expensive glass and BHP-free plastic containers. Peas in a pod here sometimes.
This brought to memory the time I spent stuck in IAH listening to two Georgia fans in matching visors and polos discuss which 7th graders the ‘Dawgs had their eyes on. There’s gotta be more to life than that, right? (Although maybe not in rural Georgia)
I think he’s referring to Killen’s new steakhouse on Voss which I haven’t yet been to but hear it’s good.
@19th – To restate what I’ve said several times before, Texas has the best individual bbq restaurants, however Kansas City has the best overall scene due to quality and variety.
We’re in the heart of Restaurant Weeks. Pappasito’s and Pappadeaux’s should be empty until after the first week in September.