almost an intro rather than a bit? (a flashback)

“sean, would you like a filet mignon?” “love one”, i replied. “baked potato as well?” “sure”, i responded. “and salad? we’ve got ranch, thousand island, and italian three cheese…” “way ahead of you man”, i said, gesturing toward my salad, “and the italian three cheese dressing kicks ASS!!!” “yeah, that’s my favorite”, the chef said with a smile as he turned towards the grill to throw on my bacon-wrapped filet.

not an odd scene. not an uncommon occurrence. unless you factor in two bits of information..

1. it was not at a restaurant, but rather in the PARKING LOT of sunken gardens amphitheater in san antonio, texas…

and…

2. it was at about 1:00 in the morning on a monday…

DAMN, i love my job…

sunday was the 99.5 KISS krawfish fest, and i saw a LOT more of san antonio and it’s people than i really wanted to see (and not NEARLY enough of some of it’s people that i wanted to see, but given the fact that shane and i sold over 2,500 tickets at the door, it was probably for the best that none of the sa folk who said they were gonna call or stop by or whatever did, ’cause i couldn’t have been very social)

bad tattoos, and good tattoos (and LOTS of compliments on my tattoos..it was hot, the sleeveless shirts HAD to be in effect), and big girls in halter tops, and hot strippers in less, and an oakley bag busting with cash, and hurling canned food into the woods, and jonesing for quarters, and craw-fish, and catfish, and josh from union getting covered in whipped cream, and me slicing limes into two dozen coronas in the middle of the night….

PLUS….