Five for July 23rd:
Tirestorm. The bad: the flat tire on the van already had 3 patches in it, so we had to fork over a bunch of money for two new back tires. The good: it was caught early and didn’t happen en route to Colorado, and I got a crash course in where all the tire-changing stuff in the van is located. At the end of the day, it was probably for the best- and I can still change a tire in less than seven minutes.
Live the high life. Shitty Beer Is the Best Beer, and Miller High Life Is Best of All. Amen. Although I’m more of a Tecate guy myself.
Last night. Swung by Schlafly Bottleworks to pick up our PSA and followed it up with dinner and drinks on the patio in the 77-degree, breezy July weather. Jane behaved, the food ruled, and Lisa got to get out of the house for a bit.
Cool stuff. Setting up the McGill, Explore the TWA Terminal, a Pristine Time Capsule From 1962, blackout curtains for the kids’ rooms, Skate Warehouse Daily Dose, Fork That!, lunch with Tom.
Pigletry. This windows paint-rendered jpeg of Danzig wearing a party hat that I've been posting on people's walls for two and a half years on their birthdays is more convincing than the editing job the Texas police attempted on that Sandra Bland arrest video.