The Sweats
18 Mar
Brendan,
I know the metaphorical axe swinging gives you the sweats like nothing else. I’m really glad I don’t actually work with you (in person) anymore.
I went to the Iron Wood Grill in Inglewood today. I think, prior to being in Texas, that I would’ve thought that’s what Texas was like. Now that I’ve been, I can say it doesn’t match up. I mean, the look is pretty close, but the taste is so far off. They used to have good food. These days it’s in disarray.
I went to Iron Works in Austin. That was real Texas BBQ. One small spoon of beans and potato salad and five fistfuls of smoked and BBQ’d meat. There are plaques all over the walls from past presidents (and the current one) and other congress people. Willie Nelson and others. It’s famous BBQ.
It’s hard to deal with the fact that yesterday I had no responsibilities other than drink beer, listen to music and enjoy life and now I have to be at work, be competent (at least) and meet deadlines. Frankly, I’m getting the sweats too.
Rhett
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