3/15/10

OK, what I'm not going to do is say we’re going to work on The Seven this weekend. Every time I plan on finishing that car, something comes up. So, next Saturday I'm going to go to a Quilting Bee and will not be working on The Seven. So there. No, we did not get The Seven running this weekend. I'm going to go ahead and blame not having the money to buy oil, filter, and coolant but the NASA race at the Motorsport Ranch didn't help. John picked me up around 0830 h and we went to the Ranch. We walked the paddock until we found the guy he was supposed to meet. We looked at that dude’s car for a bit then I wandered off to see if Ray Mut was home. He was and we chatted for a while. Eventually I let Mut get back to work and found John. The guy’s run group ran and John got some pictures of it. While waiting for his next run group, John and I went to the Golden Chick at the Texaco station by the highway. I'm going to have to say that is was just as good as, if not a little better than, Chicken Excess. It was slightly cheaper so it does get the nod in that respect. After we ate we went back into the Ranch and watched his guy run again. Eventually we left and went back to John's house where I took off in Fifi to come back home. Fifi, which I found with the A/C still on when I started it. Fifi, which I found with the radio still on when I started it. Fifi, which I found with the radio on AM when I started it. Fifi, which I found with no gas when I started it. Rather than fuck with trying to find the hidden button to turn it back to FM, I tossed the faceplate aside and drove home in silence. I might just remove the damned thing altogether. Fucking Rubik's Cube radio. The time will be off by fifty-one minutes anyway. It was nine minutes fast already. I got home and just pulled the truck around back so I wouldn't have to look at it and went inside in a crappy mood. I took a little nap but it didn't help. Amy texted me that she and Sam would pick me up at 2000 h to go to the Fort Worth Junior Ladies’ Club Spring Show wrap party. I was supplying the screen and projector for the slide show and was thus invited to such a hoity toity happening. I initially replied that at least the projector would be ready but then decided I'd go as well. What the hell? As Sam said, “There will be drunk actresses with big titties.” They picked me up and we went to the restaurant. We ate a little and met the DJ for the evening. When the regular folks began to leave and clear out room, we began to set up equipment. Then, around 2230 h or so, the cast and crew began to roll in. Yep, there were big titties, or at least lots of cleavage, to be gawked. We hung out, so to speak, until about 0130 h and finally took down the equipment and left. Amy was worried about this drunk tool so I drove him and his car to another bar where his girlfriend was and we left him. Amy took him and his keys in to the GF in the bar and then they brought me home. Sunday morning, Larry calls to see if I want to go to the Gun Show. I tell him about the late night and say I'd better pass. Immediately after hanging up I change my mind though. I call him back and say I will meet him there. We walk the show and I buy two more magazines for the Saiga and 100 rounds of .380 ACP ammo. I didn't see anything else I couldn't live without. Oh sure, there was the Marlin Camp Carbine in .45 ACP that I've been looking for for a year now, but I didn't have $600.00 to spare. I justified it by reminding myself I'd also sold all of my .45 ACP ammo. We left and drove all around Fort Worth looking for a place to eat. Everything was so crowded due to (tee hee, I said doo doo) spring break. We wound up at Benito’s. Larry was impressed, which was a relief because I couldn't afford to buy both lunches as I'm won't to do when I make someone try something and they don't like it. We rolled back to the Will Rogers Coliseum and walked the gun show one more time, just in case. Larry wound up buying another CZ 52 but I was a good boy. We parted company and I went home. And that’s about all there is to say about it. Have a day.