6/28/2011

So Sunday morning I get up to pee and when I look downstairs I see my brother sitting on the sofa. I go on down and we talk for a while. I'm getting real close to snapping when he spouts off his Socialist Agenda Dumbocrat bullshit. I'm not sure if he’s baiting me to see what I have to say or what, but I haven’t succumbed to it yet. I'm not sure haow many more times he can apologize for the Dumbocrats or bash the Republicans and Tea Party before I go off. But anyway, he eventually took off back to Austin and I waited around to hear from Dave about the gun show. Eventually Dave did make contact and we met at the credit onion around 1130 h. The underground parking was full, of course, and they routed us to the parking garage across the street. We humped two of his guns and the one I wanted to sell in and began walking. He was told his M1 carbine wasn't worth what we’d hoped but that the AR-15 might be worth more. Someone bought Lil’ Millie from me and a dude agreed to buy Dave’s AR. We took him and his buddy to the truck to get the rest of the magazines for the AR and the buddy decided to buy Dave’s AK and M1 carbine. We went back in to the show flush with cash and started shopping. I saw a few weapons I thought I might want but kept walking. By the time we finished the rows, I was pooped and not interested enough in anything I'd seen to go search them out again. We left. From the gun show we went to Magnolia Street to a The Spiral Diner, a vegan restaurant. Yes, you read that right, we went from a gun show to a vegan restaurant. Not an atom of meat in the place. I followed Dave’s lead and ordered the same thing he did, something called an Ate-Layer burrito. I'm not sure why it was spelled that way, don't ask. Now, I'm not sure if the hairy-pitted waitress a)thought we were a gay couple, or 2) realized what the “SUNDAY” stamp on the back of our hands meant, but she disappeared and pawned us off on the bearded dude waiter. Hell, for that matter it might be some dirty-hipster thing to have one person take half the order and another finish up. I don't know. Anyhoo, we ate and then Dave took me back to Ms. Clio at the credit onion. I headed home thinking I might swing back by the gun show to look at one or two things after all. I'm glad I didn't because I almost didn't make it to the shitter before I got home. Apparently my system reacts the same way to vegan food as vegans do to real food. I had the trots the rest of the evening. On the plus side, I was down to 280 pounds on Monday morning. I debated going to a strip club to blow some money on nekkid women, but decided against it. Yesterday I met Pat at Rosa’s for lunch and finally paid him for Lil’ Millie. He was surprised by the hunski I gave him because he’d forgotten all about it. And that’s about all I have for the travelogue portion of the show. Now we move on to other things. John turned me on to a place in the intergooglewebs where I can get a title for Bobbi. Oh, I'm calling the new motorcycle “Bobbi” by the way since it has a bobbed frame. Anyhoo, this intergooglesite has forms to fill out and send in along with a notarized Bill of Sale and a check. I'll be doing that soon. I've been shopping for decals and/or stencils to put something on the side of Bobbi's fuel tank to break up the huge expanse of green. I found a Hello Kitty stencil in case we decide to keep paint one on. I bought a few black Hello Kitty, and a couple Badtz Maru decals as well. I think there was something else, but I'm not sure what it could be. Ooh, I need some of those Hello Kitty Cthulhu decals now that I think about it. I'll go look for them later. I also bought a pair of black bar-end mirrors and a pair of stock location mirrors in black. I'm not sure which pair I'll use. I looked up the requirements for motorcycle inspection in Texas and it looks like all we’ll need to fix is the horn and brake light on the bike. I think we can handle that. I'm trying to decide on an outfit to wear while riding. I'd like to find some sort of heavy-ish, perhaps canvas, coveralls to wear which aren’t too stifling. Hmm, come to think of it, I have a pair of insulated canvas coveralls. I wonder if I can remove everything but the outer layer and cool those down some. I may have to have a look at that. I think they would go well with my Russian tank-driver’s helmet and goggles. Hmm, I like it. I never wear the insulated coveralls as insulated coveralls anyway. I might as well “sacrifice” them to the cause. Well, I have to go to the airport and pick up mother this afternoon. I guess I'm going to call it a rant and go do that.