chou chope

let's say you're strolling down bourbon street in old tyme new orleans...titties flashing at you every so often...you're losing your balance looking up at all the balconies and trying not to faceplant tripping on those giant cobblestones...your hand, at a minimum is sticky from the spillage.. what are you drinking?

now let's say you land in texas, and you're mesmerized by the plethora of real life cowboys seconds off the plane...boots on everyone, it ain't a fad..been that way in texas since the alamo...remember the alamo? so you scoot off to see the town, and you have to try the texmex...you're amazed that jalapenos are used in everything..some sweet, but mostly there for the zing...your mouth is on fire and your hand again sticky... what are you drinking?

i feel i'm being oppressed, and the media ain't helping...i'm a born and raised texan and i don't appreciate the sublimnal telepathy... i need a drink

today i escaped my office when the market closed round three..it was the most beautiful scorching day, not a cloud in the sky..i got the boys and we went to the pool...you see, i was completely nauseated from the impending doom...been glued to the news, and the computer, and the phone...stomach churning all the while, can't tell you the reasons, you'd be sick too...but impending doom pretty much covers it...

and you know what alarm went off when all that stress got the best of me? beer thirty...it's all about escape, isn't it...vacation to a happy place...

theories proven at the pool..literally everyone i met was on an impromptu family vacation...all those houstonians with a four day weekend in the hill country with the kids...sunniest day ever...balls were tossed, children were thrown, chicken fights broke out, but not a thought of doom, not a glimpse, not a care..

i even had a first, at thirty three, give it up for the shoester...saw a man inflicting himself with a massive full bathing suit wedgie...not a thong, like a shorts suit rammed up his hairy ass...a grotesquesly overweight middle aged man shamelessly sunning his buns at family central...

and still i need a drink, thursday ritas at fox news...and thanks for your well wishes, peeps, it worked..