Friday, February 20, 2004
March Of The Piglets
I had an interesting night yesterday. I went to see a friend's zydeco band play at 115 Bourbon Street, a New Orleans themed bar/nightclub/beer garden/restaurant. In addition to the music, I ate fried alligator and watched pig races. A medium sized track laden with hay to soak up urine, chicken wire fenced. Pigs will run but when they have to turn a corner, confusion sets in. Cute as hell them running little oinkers were. Beck's bottles for a buck and a quarter ain't bad either. Far south side of Chicago. Lots of retro white sox hats on display.
I got a promotion and two raises in the past month. I feel important now. I've gone from auxillary field install dude to leftover extra helpdesk guy to Inventory Control and Purchasing Manager. Dig those capital letters.
8:09 PM - Bottle Rocket Fire Alarm
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