Last night, Annie and I went to see the one and only, George Strait. Good times. He started out his set with the title of this blog, which I was surprised at. Good song, but not what I expected an opening number to be. One major drag was that they stopped selling beer at 10:00 P.M.!!! George didn't even start until 9:40. Crazy. I did manage to get one last beer in after the warning bell from a most gracious vendor. Unfortunately, it was Ass in a Glass, a.k.a. Bud Lite, but beggars can't be choosers. Twas a good thing that I had already had a few before that, or else I'd have been a tad hacked off.
Sweet Annie was also impressed of my ability to, um..... urinate outside. In a pasture. That posed as a parking lot. With only a few onlookers of my "horse-like" appendage. I know, I impress the heck outta the ladies. I know that you're asking yourself, "How is it possible that he managed to remain single all this time?" Odd, I know.
I'm still working on getting my cash back from the assorted money-holding institutions. It's not exactly going as smoothly as freshly shaven legs, that's for sure. I hope to have the rest of the cash in my accounts by the end of the week though. *fingers crossed*
Gotta go. Keep on keepin' on.
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