6/16/09

So Pat’s wife, Nora, had box seat tickets from work for the Texas Ranger’s baseball game Saturday night against the LA Dodgers. Pat invited me to join them. We agreed that I'd meet them at their house at 1730 h and we’d roll out there. After John and I ate lunch at Chili’s I had about two hours or so to get home and get ready. I showered and dressed then texted Pat to confirm that perfessional sporting events were in fact “no carry” zones. He did quoth “Subchapter H penal code 46.035 ch (b) sec 2” so I said I'd un-strap. I drove to their place and was informed that another friend of ours, who coincidentally works at the same company as Nora, couldn’t make it because his wife was ordered to bed rest. Apparently, and I'm not sure if I'm even supposed to know about it, she’s pregnant. So, we pile into their Jeep and head to Arlington. We meet up with Tony, Orlando (not the baby’s real name but it flows better and is funnier), and Dawn to give them their tickets and paring pass. We further roll to the stadium. We eventually find the parking lot and park then head in. As we approach the gate, I notice random “wandings” going on. “Oh crap,” I think and or say out loud, “I forgot to leave my knife.” I hand it off to Dawn who secrets it in a diaper, I assume a clean one, in the bottom of the diaper bag. We all get in and I'm not wanded so it was a moo point. We go up the elevator to the box and find beer, iced tea, mini hamburgers, hot dogs, and vegetable and cheese trays. We settle in for the game. Eventually said game starts and they whip through five innings in an hour. Well, apparently that wasn’t going to fly with the unions or something, because all of a sudden they announce that the lights on the first base side of the field had gone out and they would have a “light delay” in order to fix it. Two hours later the lights come back on and they resume the game. Well, the Dodgers resumed the game, I think the Rangers went home. Around 2230 h or so, I'm guessing, the final out was made and the Rangers lost. We wandered back out to the car and headed home. Hmm, I guess I could have gone ahead and told that story yesterday. It wasn’t nearly as good as I expected. Ok, I've got to pee now so I'm going to take a break from y'all. Wow, it has been over four hours since I left here to go pee. But I'm back now. Ok, so now we’re caught up to Sunday. Sunday morning Roger calls to see if I still want to go to lunch. I tell him I have six dollars to my name and he says he’ll spot me. I dress and strap on Big Millie. Yeah, I'll probably keep telling y'all that I'm carrying for a while too. So there. I jump in Fifi and head his way. He gets in and we go to an Indian Buffet across the street from that eat-all-you-can barbeque place he usually wants to eat at. We walk in and are given the history and philosophy of this particular restaurant by a little Indian woman before she directs us to the buffet line. Oh man, it was so good! I'm sure I stink of curry, but mmm. I make a couple trips back for seconds, and thirds, then give up and have dessert. They have the same little dough-balls-boiled-in-honey that the last Indian place I'd eaten had, and they were awesome! They had some kind of orange-colored mush stuff, which was kind of sweet, and awesome. They had some kind of sweet vermicelli dish, which was awesome. And then there was this “pudding.” Here’s how my first impression went. “Oh man,” I'm thinking, “this tapioca like stuff is going to be so good!” then I take a bite. It was like tiny boogers in milk. Now I know many out there are saying, “Yeah, isn't that how tapioca is always?” Well, no, not usually. I decided to give it a second taste. It was a little better. By the end: awesome! I'm so ready for Roger to suggest going to lunch again because I'm suggesting this place. Oh, it’s called Masala Masala at 415 N Main in Euless Texas. It is awesome! Don’t be fooled by the little chili peppers on the awning, it isn't a Mexican restaurant. Anyhoo, after that I dropped him off and wasted the rest of the day in front of the TV with my cat. Yesterday after work, I decided to stop by Blood Bath & Beyond to get another couple .45 ACP storage boxes, another speed loader for the Judge, another pouch for a pair of speed loaders for the Judge, and perhaps another fifty rounds of .45 ACP ammo, just in case. I found one storage box, the speed loader and pouch, but no ammo. I wandered around for a bit and wound up in front of the gun counter, as I'm wont to do. My usual sales dude approached and shook my hand. We made small talk for a bit about pistols and then he sprung it on me. “We’ve got an AK,” he said, “on sale for $499.00 this week.” I sighed and asked which one. As he was walking to the rack, I was looking at the plain-Jane, simple, wooden furniture AK-47 up there, the one I would choose were I buying. Yep, that’s the one he pulled down and handed to me. I look it over and play with it for a bit. I ask him how they field strip and he showed me. I looked at it and played with it for a bit more. I decided I'd be a good boy and think about it for a bit. I left thinking, “If Ryan bought the HiPoint 9mm Carbine for $250.00, that would offset half the price of this thing.” I asked Ryan and he’s interested but wants to make payments. I'm still thinking. So, on that note, I think I'm going to call it a rant for today. Toodles.