Friday: hookers, pimps, cybertech, and empty pints

So yeah.

I had a decent day. How was yours? Glad to hear it. No really I am.

So anyway, it was a typical Friday, but we had incliment weather in the area...AGAIN. I mean a bad rain. Everyone told me there was hail falling all over the city. Shortly after the rain stopped the other guy at work came back from picking up his lunch and I ran some errands. I ran to my bank and then had to stop by another bank's branch to pay a bill. The problem was that between my office and where my bank was there are two offices of the other bank. One is on 3rd Street in South Memphis and they have 4 inch thick BULLET PROOF GLASS. The other is on Brooks Road.

For those of you who are, well, unfamiliar with Memphis, let me take a brief moment to explain something about Memphis. There are four streets in Memphis that are notorious for having women walk them. They are Summer Ave, Third Street (south of the interstate), Lamar Ave, and Brooks Rd. How do I know this? Well that burning senstation...KIDDING. Just watch the news. Or live with a cop. I've heard stories (that will not be repeated!) about arrests for prostitution. It will blow your mind.

So I thought to myself as I was racing back to the office, "hmm...bullet proof glass or hookers on the street. Which is safer?" I decided that Brooks Road was safer because a hooker won't shoot you (I hope) and it had just finished raining...with hail, so there won't be any hookers out. Wow, I love being right. Because here we have a pic of a lady just walking down Brooks Road. I wish I had a better pic of her because she can't be a hooker! Oh no! She has to be some hard working woman walking down the street to pick up lunch or somethi...oh my God! She is a hooker! Amazing. It must be hard out here for a pimp if he's got his hoes running the trails after weather like that. Thanks for explaining that to us Three 6 Mafia. Well after I drove past her, I went to the bank, paid the bill and headed back to the office. I thought I might see her so I could get a shot of her face for you because...she was a little rough on the eyes. Excuse me while I go puke.

Unfortunately, she was no where around (must be behind a building or something), but I was able to get a pic of what may be her pimp:

Are those spinners? Haha.

Ok enough with the hookers and pimps. Here are a few shots of "landmarks" I saw on Brooks Road. These first two pics are of the same location. I tried to get a better shot, but the traffic started rolling. What we have here is an OLD gas station that apparently was turned into some company that is no longer in business. Hmm...I wonder how a company called Cybertech that is located IN AN OLD GAS STATION IN THE FRIGGIN HOOD could go out of business? I really want to meet the rocket scientist who gave those guys a loan. I bet the bank didn't fire his ass.

The other thing about Brooks Road that you need to understand is not only does it have plenty of hookers to give you some type of STD. It also has a few strip clubs (here are a couple of nicknames my friends have for them: 'Titty Clubs' and 'Shake Joints'). There was one called the King of Clubs that was closed because it was a public nuisance and was closed by the city. How is it a public nuisance and none of the others are? Well, it was 18 and up. And it was cited for many, many times for prostitution (again watch the local news and you'll hear all this shit).

Well I wonder when they reopen under new management or whatever if it will be considered a public nuisance? Look at the pic of some obvious construction and make your own judgement:

I'm pretty sure that those silver things over the entrance are going to become legs and an ass. I'll have to drive by sometime and get a pic when it's done.

So after I hightailed it from Brooks Road I stopped by the newly remodeled Subway on South Third (which is really cleaned up and has some cool folks who work there). As I got out of the trunk I looked down and saw this. I don't have any thing to really say about it. I just think it is a cool shot...even though it is an empty pint bottle in a puddle. I like the way the sun is reflecting off the puddle and all the drops of water in the bottle (it was half submerged).

So why am I posting this at 1 in the morning? Why am I not out boozing it up or in bed resting up for Saturday and Sunday? Well, I watch the Grizzlies win tonight and fell asleep on the couch. Then I got a text message from the Friggin Douche (yes, that is his nickname, but only a few know him as that). He was drinking up at the Brookhaven pub. I told him I'd come have a beer or two with him. He was there with some singer dude named Nick Pagliari. (Yes "singer dude" is an official description) We hung out for a few beers and then I came home. About the time I got home, I realized I still hadn't posted the hooker thing. So now I have this HUGE post that if you are still reading, kudos to you.

Ok, I'm going to bed. Adios muchachas!

Auto-Rite?

I DO NOT want to seem racist, but I have to ask this question:
Does this seem like someone is trying to make a racist joke or is this a coincidence? Or are we all so racist to begin with that we automatically notice the joke when we say the words on the sign out loud?

Discuss
Songs on the Playlist:
Phish - Meatstick
Def Leppard - Love Bites

Free Sol Saturday

I just got this on MySpace. If this is the band I think it is, they are are always good.

Do they play at the Flying Saucer on week nights? I can't remember.

Weekend Planner

Ok, in case you are wondering what’s going on this weekend, here’s the schedule of events.

Friday night: Brooks Uncorked
Here is the official info from the invitation I received:
Hard to believe Brooks Uncorked is next week! Thanks to all the hard work from committee members, the Art of Good Taste Season has really begun! You can still help by buying your tickets today (544-6209, or online www.brooksmuseum.org) and by forwarding this ebrooks to interested friends! Happy weekend everyone. From: ebrooks@brooksmuseum.org

Please pass along to friends! If you are unable to view the images in this e-brooks please click here to view them using your web browser. Thank you, Memphis Brooks Museum of Art

I don’t think I’ll make it to this. It'll be cool, but the roommate has a bday today and if they aren’t going to Tunica tonight, I’m going out with them.

Friday night: Hayseed Dixie at Newby's. Great band. I hope I can make it to this.

Saturday afternoon into evening:
Overton Square Crawfish Boil. Should be fun. I don’t think I’ll make it though. Depends on several things. Mostly I need to save my money for Saturday night.

Saturday night: Bachelor Party for David
I’ll be there. If you weren’t invited, you won’t know where we’re going and aren’t invited. If you see us out, say hey.

Sunday: nursing a hangover

I was really starting to lose faith in my playlist. It had been playing the same artists over and over. But now it is starting to get interesting. I love the random feature.
Songs on the playlist:
INXS – Mystify
Jimmy Buffett – Barometer Soup
Widespread Panic – Walkin’ (For Your Love)
George Jones – Choices
ACDC – Thunderstruck
The Band - The Shape I'm In

Puddle of Mudd - She Hates Me

Huey Lewis & The News - Workin' For A Livin'

Making an Insurgent

Wow! And you thought we had freaky farmers over here. Check this out.

Warning: If you don't like the idea of an insurgent screwing a donkey on infrared (sp?) cameras don't watch.

I don't know which is worse the guy doing it, or the commentator acting like he's giving a lecture on it.

HNT - what is that?

I’ve only been doing this blogging thing since the end of February. So that makes me a “baby blogger” I guess (my own term, but you can steal it). As a newbie, I am still learning things. I’ve heard this HNT thing mentioned many times, but until today I never knew what it was. Hell, I barely understand ttyl, wtf, lol, and brb. I quit using IM stuff when I moved out of my college dorm in 99. I’d rather share a beer and talk face to face with someone.

So as a newbie, I’ll jump on your little technogeek bandwagon and put up an HNT. So here ya go, it’s a small part of my leg. I hope this gives you some revelation into my life. As if I don’t talk about it enough on here. Enjoy.

Now get ya ass back to work.

Songs on the Playlist:
Garth Brooks – Wrapped Up In You
Better Than Ezra – This Time of Year
Marty Robbins – El Paso
Soul Asylum – Runaway Train
David Allen Coe – You Don’t Ever Call Me By My Name

Crash and Burn, Maverick

Well dear readers, I am pissed off. The end of the day started well yesterday. I called Cingular about the ear piece on my phone going bad and they have sent me a new one under warranty. It should be here in 5 business days. So until then I have to walk around like a dork with an ear piece when I use my phone.

But that was fine and I left work about 5 and went to my grandmother’s house for dinner. We had gumbo with shrimp and oysters and other seafood. I can’t tell you what all was in it because I ate it too fast. It was gone in no time. But damn it was good.

From there I left and ran to Target (pronounced “Tar-je”, haha) to get some new gym gloves because I lost the old ones, but they stunk so it’s ok. I also bought a plastic storage box for winter clothes to put in the attic.

At this point of the evening my night was still on the rise. I went to the gym and did chest and back. It hurt bad. I did more than I usually do and I am losing weight again. Hell yea! (Moving, not running, and drinking a lot of beer over the weekend didn’t help my springtime health kick). I left the gym and went by Smoothie King to get a post gym smoothie (my blender is still in a box somewhere and I am out of fruit at home).

When I got home, the roommate reminded me that his b-day is tomorrow. So now I have plans for Friday, Saturday, and Sunday nights. So much for resting and relaxing this weekend. But hey I was still having a great night that it really didn’t matter. So I’m going to have fun this weekend

Then he drops the bomb. I didn’t realize the devastation until later. He told me that the cable box screwed up and locked up. He had to shut it off and let it reboot. I thought this wasn’t a big deal after we got it working again. I took a shower while he watched his golf stuff. I folded clean clothes. And went to the living room. Turned on the dvr and started Lost. I got 30 minutes into and a commercial break started which I fast-forwarded through. Halfway through that break the damn show stopped. I didn’t think this was a big deal because the dvr showed another recording of 31 minutes afterwards. I start that one and nothing happened. I didn’t record it. So (SPOILER ALERT scroll down to the next paragraph if you haven’t seen last night’s episode and care about it) the last stuff I remember seeing was Hurley attacking Sawyer and then chasing his imaginary friend through the jungle to where Charlie and Ecko were doing construction work (although I missed the entire rest of the episode I assume they are building a church). Then it was a commercial. Maybe I got that backwards. Maybe Hurley ran up on the construction site, had a flashback, went to Sawyer for meds, and then attacked him.

So please dear readers, TELL ME WHAT HAPPENED!!! I have printed out the EW.com version of what happened, but it is usually commentary and won’t tell you what you missed. It barely gives a plotline.

So that’s what sucked. The island has started messing with people again and I don’t know what else happened with the captured other. What did he tell them if anything? What happened with Hurley? I remember from the preview from last week that he was going to be near a cliff but I missed that. Please someone give me a synopsis.

Thanks

Songs on the Playlist:
The Grateful Dead – Cosmic Charlie
Derek & the Dominoes – Layla
The Band – Don’t Do It
Jack Johnson – Belle
Dwight Yoakam – Pocket of a Clown
Beastie Boys – The New Style
The Doors – Love Me Two Times
James Taylor – Fire and Rain
The Cars – Candy-O
The Who - Shakin All Over

Go Leonard Part 6, Go!

I tell you what, I loved it when Eddie Murphy did his impersonation of Bill Cosby chastising him in Raw or Delirious. I laughed my butt off (of course I didn't hear it until I was in college in the late 90s or early 2000s). But a few years ago, Bill Cosby jump leaped and bounds back into my respect when he told people to clean up. I forget the exact details of what was said, but I do remember the respect I had for the man for saying what he felt was important as he chastised the youths he spoke to. It blew my mind away. I remember it was along the lines of get an education and don't be so damn ignorant.

Now he's back. He is calling for New Orleans residents to cleanse themselves of the crime that devistated that city. Being from the South I know stories from friends who lived there. It used to be very bad. A good friend of mine had a roommate who walked out the front door to her car in the middle of the afternoon and was robbed at gun point...in one of the nicer neighborhoods. The stories just go on and on.

I hope that the citizens of New Orleans who return take heed to his words. And I REALLY hope that the evacuees who stay in Memphis, Jackson, Houston, Little Rock, etc. don't return to their old ways. Consider this a chance to start over and be a better person. There's plenty of work to go around if you are actually willing to do the work.

God Bless You All

Songs on the Playlist:
Motley Crue - Live Wire
Joe Diffie - Prop Me Up Beside the Jukebox
Johnny Cash - Closing Medley (Live at San Quentin)
Aerosmith - Draw the Line

O MU GAWD, YALL!!!

At 2 minutes 3 seconds past 1 today it will be
1:02:03 04-05-06

At 2 minutes 4 seconds past 1 today, no one will care anymore. Sorry but it's true. This isn't an episode of Lost where the numbers have some sort of cosmic importance, unless you are some kook looking for answers in anything.

What Title?

Is anyone else really tired of those truth.com commercials? Usually I watch most shows after they’ve aired on my Tivo (when I had Directv) or on the dvr. The beauty with that is I don’t have to watch those damn commercials, infomercials, and other wastes of time. But last night I was watched The Daily Show and then the Colbert Report (pronounced “Colber Repor”). During the Daily Show, there was one of those damn truth.com commercials. I don’t know why but I just got pissed off. I know smoking is bad for you. So don’t beat me over the head with it. Get over yourself, you righteous pricks! Sorry buy those damn commercials really get to me.

And now I’m going to rant about something else too: You know cigarettes will cause cancer. You smoke anyway. Then when you’re an old man/woman, you get lung/mouth/throat cancer and decide to sue the Tobacco companies. Did you get logic cancer too or were you born an f’ing idiot? Think about it, you knowingly buy their product to put smoke into your lungs even though for hundreds of years people have gotten cancer and tuberculosis from smoking. You still get sick and decide to sue the tobacco companies. You are retarded.

Here’s a little disclaimer: I was born in ’79 so I don’t know if the tobacco companies did actually advertise that cigarettes were healthy back in the ‘50s, ‘60s and ‘70s. But if you thought they were, you had to be pretty gullible.

Let me say this: the Tobacco companies put out a product and advertised it. They sold an image that would promote their products in a sexy/hip/cool light like any other product in the world. You buy it and use it even though there are health warning ON THE BOX. You get cancer and sue the same Tobacco companies. Wow, you must have made a perfect score on every test in high school.

I have an idea! Why don’t you go buy a baseball bat, beat your legs until you are crippled, and sue the sporting goods store for damages incurred. That makes as much sense.

Some of you who know me well, may say “well, you smoke cigars, Philip. Isn’t that a little hypocritical of you to criticize these people?” No, it’s not. I smoke cigars probably once every few months. And I’m not going to sue the tobacco companies if I get lung cancer. It can be any number of causes that would hypothetically given me cancer. Of course, I won’t date a girl who smokes cigarettes, so does that make me a hypocrite? Probably. But I don’t light up a cigar every day and if I did, I wouldn’t try to kiss her until after I used a little mouth wash. I don’t like kissing an ashtray.

Ok, I’m done bitching about that. Get back to work.

Songs on the Playlist:
ZZ Top – Cheap Sunglasses
The Grateful Dead – Attics of my Life
Stevie Ray Vaughan – Tin Pan Alley (AKA Roughest Place in Town)
The Grateful Dead – Tennessee Jed
Nirvana – Polly
Neil Young – Rockin’ In The Free World
Talking Heads – (Nothing But) Flowers
Bob Dylan – Tangled Up In Blue
Better Than Ezra – Desperately Wanting
Tom Petty – Running Down a Dream
Third Eye Blind – Semi Charmed Life
Aerosmith – Amazing
Aerosmith - Angel

The Playlist Thang

Ok, I feel I should explain this playlist thing. I like to have music playing all the time. That does not include crappy radio stations like 104.5FM the River here in Memphis. I have to listen to it on the intercom here at work and I hate that station. Anyway, I like to share good music with my friends so I thought I’d throw in my playlists with my posts. I thought it would be something that some of you might enjoy. I included it since day one as much as I can. Today someone posted a comment that asked about this morning’s playlist. Which made me realize that some might wonder “How do I come up with these playlists?” Simple.

On my work computer I have about 11 gigs of song. Most are albums that I ripped with Musicmatch Jukebox. So I go through my library and add all the songs under certain artists. Once I get all the artists I want added to the playlist, I’ll click the random sort button and let musicmatch put them in a random order. That way I never know what’s coming next. It does piss me off when I get the same artist three songs in a row. Right now I am on song #455 (Jimmy Buffett – Margaritaville live) out of 2579. I've been working on this particular playlist for several days. I probably won't get to the end of it before I redo it. I put the playlist on very low in the background at work and just tune in and out depending on what’s going on.

At home I have more music on my laptop. To make those playlists, I’ll just grab a few songs I want to hear and throw those on. I don’t spend as much time on my computer at home as I do at work so it is a less random playlist.

There’s your little peak into the window to the insanity that is my mind.
Have a great day

Songs on the Playlist:
Robert Earl Keen – Feelin’ Good Again
Dave Matthews Band – Don’t Drink the Water (Vh1 Storytellers)
Roger Creager – Love
Jimi Hendrix – Love Or Confusion
Nirvana – Pennyroyal Tea
Dave Matthews Band - #41
Barenaked Ladies – One Week
Widespread Panic – Sympathy for the Devil (cover)
Willie Nelson – Blue Eyes Crying In The Rain
Steppenwolf – Born to be Wild
The Grateful Dead – New, New Minglewood Blues
ACDC – Back In Black
Jimmy Buffett – Sea of Heartbreak
Jimmy Buffett – Knees of My Heart
Stone Temple Pilots – Vasoline
The Grateful Dead – Truckin’
Hank Williams Jr – Women I’ve Never Had
Johnny Cash – Busted (Live at Folsom Prison)
The Rolling Stones – Prodigal Son
Jimmy Buffett – Margaritaville (live with lost verse)
The Doors - Five To One
The Rolling Stones - Have You Seen Your Mother Baby, Standing in the Shadows
Delbert McClinton - Everytime I Roll The Dice

LindSAY WHAT?

Hi, I'm a former teen queen who's been embarassed by her family worse than a certain hotel heiress/socialite has embarassed her family with her porno tape. I want to be taken seriously as an actress. Everything I do is under a microscope. I used to have a kickass body, but I decided to trade it in for a supposed eating disorder. I used to be a super-hot redhead, but now I change my hair color more often than a leopard changes his spots. No, wait, is it a chameleon who changes it's spots? I forget. But I'm putting all that and every other scandal behind me. I'm moving on with my life in order to win an Oscar one day. So I hope you will support me in whatever I do.
If you won't support me, I have something you can kiss. Oh, wait, you might like that. Nevermind.

I'll just go accept my award at this show for kids. That'll show what a great person I am and how much talent I'm carrying behind me. I think this will show the world everything I bring to the table as a serious actress who loves her fans and will always give them what they want.

Crapie is Good for your Soul

At 4:20 yesterday afternoon (go ahead and laugh you stoners), I picked up the phone without realizing the time and called HM. Here is what transpired:
Me: "Hey bud what are you doing?"
HM: "I'm just finishing up a little work."
Me: "Do you want to go fishing?"
HM: "Hell yea! I've been thinking about it all day!"
Me: "Me too! Pick me up at 5 and let's roll."

So I went fishing AGAIN. We got to Porter Lake about 6PM after stopping at Bonds to pick up some Moon Pie and Pecan Pies. Those hit the spot.

We fished with a terrible wind in our faces. We got several nibbles but it was really choppy so sometimes you had the phantom bites that were nothing more than waves. At one point I looked over a HM and he was trying to reel in something. As I was watching him, I felt a tug. I froze and paused. I felt a harder tug. And then I caught the first crapie of the season! Hells Yea, Baby!! I'd post the pic, but I look funny in the pic so forget it.

At 7:30 we left Porter Lake to head back to El Memfrico. On the way we decided we were going to filet the fish and cook some steaks too. He dropped me off at my truck and I went to schnuck's to pick up some sirloins. We had the fish pan fried as an appetizer. It was great. Then we had sirloin with corn on the cob and HM's "I forgot to buy lettuce" salad (tomatoes, cucumbers, yellow pepper, onion, and dressing). I had beer with the fish and we had some Indian Wells cabernet & merlot with the steak and veggies. It was great. I got home about 11 and crashed.

I highly recommend the Indian Wells cab. I know they stock it at Gaslight on Summer (closer to High Point than Buster's is and with better parking conditions too). Indian Wells also has a reisling that I tried last night too. UNBELIEVABLE!! If you are a woman who has never ventured beyond chardonnay or (gag) white zin, try this. It is a good wine that almost has a pear taste to it. I don't like pears that much, but I really went nuts with it. Great flavor. It'll be perfect for late spring and all summer in Memphis.

Songs on the Playlist:
Spencer Davis Group - Gimme Some Lovin'
Guns N' Roses - Live & Let Die
The Rolling Stones - Ruby Tuesday
Jimi Hendrix - Fire
O.A.R. - Hold On True (I used to like this band when they first came out with Crazy Game of Poker, but now their music is too "high school" for me. It feels like they lost that fire from back in the day. Maybe it's just me)
Stevie Ray Vaughan - House Is Rockin
KISS - Rock and Roll All Nite

Morning Playlist

Ok I forgot to put up the playlist with that last post. Sorry.

Songs on the Playlist:
Phish – You Enjoy Myself
The Grateful Dead – The Greatest Story Ever Told
The Rolling Stones – Dear Doctor
Def Leppard – Rock Brigade
Aerosmith – Just Push Play
Lynyrd Skynyrd – Comin’ Home
Garth Brooks – Thunder Rolls
Joe Cocker – She Came In Through The Bathroom Window
David Allen Coe & George Jones – This Bottle (In My Hand)
Jimmy Buffett – Island
The Who – Amazing Journey/Sparks (Live at Leeds album)
Kool & the Gang – Jungle Boogie
Def Leppard – Animal
Tom Petty – You Wreck Me
Free – All Right Now
Better Than Ezra – Southern Girl
Jimmy Buffett – Kick It In Second Wind
George Jones – Tennessee Whiskey

It's Monday Morning Already?

So, how you durin? I'm alright. It's Monday and I'm alive. So I've got that going for me. And now blogger is screwing up. WTF? It says that I'm typing in italics but I'm not. Weird. Ok, on to the weekend recap:

After our last one-sided conversation, I hopped in the shower and went to the engagement party. I dressed nicely in a pair of slacks and blue button down shirt. I got there and DP was in khakis as everyone else was except this one guy in a 3 piece suit. What was up with that? Very weird. I don't think it was meant as a joke either. It was just odd. So I stayed there, ate dinner, and hung out until about 10:30 when everyone left. I headed back to the crawfish boil which apparently had really wound down. A few were left and I grabbed a beer. Everyone decided to leave just as the rain was starting so I asked who wanted to head to the Brookhaven Pub. GS said he'd go. I told him I was going to change clothes first. I raced home, threw on an obnoxious Tshirt that said "I'm Really Excited To Be Here" and a pair of cutoff khaki shorts, and was walking out the door when I got a phone call from GS. Here's how it went "Hey man, listen. The crowd is a little too...odd for me. Let's go to Newby's"

And we went to Newby's. They had some hippie band next door that was so bad I'm not even posting the pics of the crowd or the show. They were called Pnuma Trio. Some guy at the door called them "Memphis's Own Pnuma Trio". I looked at him like he was stoned...then I realized he probably was. It went downhill from there. GS and I went back to the regular bar and had a few beers and then decided to run in and check out the hippie show. Yea, when I stand there for 10 minutes and they play the same notes over and over, I'm not a happy camper. It wasn't even a jam. It was the same thing over and over. I could put a song on a loop and come up with the same crap. And it was a guy on keyboards, a drummer and a bass player. That's it. Oh yea, some rapper got up there and went "Uh, What?, Uh, What?". I kid you not. GS and I went up to the front during all this because...I really don't know why, but he made a beeline there. So the rapper dude was still going "Uh, What, Uh!" I channelled the genius of Dave Chappelle and yelled out "Turn my headphones up! I'm serious! What! Oh!" No one laughed because well they were all too stoned. Two minutes later they started laughing and then I had imitators. It was ri-donk-u-lous.

I got tired of these damn dirty suburban hippies and dragged GS back next door to sit at the bar. What happened then? Observe:

This is my friend, but he's sad and lonely. He needs a friend.
Hey look yall! He found a friend!
We asked one of the bartenders to take our picture. We tried it with and without the flash. My eyes were closed in the other one so here is the one without the flash. So we had a few beers and then I ordered Newby's wings to go. Took them home, watched Anchorman and went to bed about 4. I wake up after 12 on Sunday with a nice little hangover. I grab an orange and sit on the couch. I flipped channels and caught a little Nascar. I kept peeking out the window at the sun and contemplating sitting in a chair in the back yard and catching some rays, but decided against it. About 2:15 my phone rings and it's HM:

HM "Hey man, what are you doing?"
Me "Nursing a hangover."
HM "Are you doing anything else today?"
Me "No."
HM "Good. Put some clothes on, I'll be at your house to pick you up in 2 minutes."
Me "...Ok?"
He pulls up and explains that I am going to get in the blazer and we're going to Arkansas. "We might not accomplish anything," he tells me "but we're going to have a good time. What better way to take care of a hangover? Grab a beer for a little hair of the dog."

So we pile into the blazer, stop at the state line to pick up a six pack of Shiner Bock, and cross the bridge:

We stop at Wal-Mart in West Memphis. Suddenly I find myself buying a fishing license and a new rod/reel. We roll to Porter lake, telling stories along the way and laughing. After a few beers, my hangover has disappeared. We spend several hours just throwing jigs into the water and watching nothing happen. It was great. I got two nibbles, my hook stuck in a tree underwater, and another hook stuck in an over hanging tree. Best Sunday afternoon in a long time. Oh yeah, when we pulled up there was some dog barking at us. It came over, let us pet it, and followed us the rest of the day. It was a cool dog that just lived there I guess.
I hope you weekend went well.

Have a great Monday.