You know how I am… It’s all a blur to me. I kinda almost remember stuff. Sometimes.

Lessee… what did I do this weekend? I remember riding into Austin on my Shadow on Friday evening. She Who Is Awesome and Jesse and I ended up eating dinner at the all-you-can-eat place, because the upscale places were all overloaded with those people who are about three cuts above my normal social class and prefer the restaurant music to be so GODDAM LOUD that you can’t hear your own intestines explode when the salmonella kicks in.

I normally don’t like the all-you-can-eat food places, but this one was quieter than usual and the food was extremely tasty, and apparently did not contain any salmonella. Jesse was taking us out to celebrate because he just got a new job installing cutting-edge solar technology to power laser-beam death rays on people’s roofs. I spilled ice cream on my shirt and licked it off, but it didn’t get really clean, actually.

Jesse had to go to bed early because he had to go in the next morning to start collimating the death rays. Me and Rach rode over to the nearest movie plex and saw ‘The Dark Knight’. I kinda remember it being pretty good. It was long, but didn’t seem that way at the time. I didn’t have to get up to go to the bathroom even once during the movie, which was nice.

Slept very late Saturday morning. Washed clothes, as I had forgotten to bring any clean underwear with me. Took a shower, and got back into the sweaty underwear, as the clean underwear wasn’t dry yet. Yeah, I know – gross.

Got to band rehearsal after the scheduled begin time that afternoon, as usual. We jammed out until about nine. We were mind-blastingly great, as usual, and everybody even seemed to enjoy it, despite the mandatory bitching and whining. I got to play loud, some. Caroline’s cello solo on the not-quite-last song (which is a secret song for the wedding gig, so shush!) was sublime.

Jesse was out shooting pool with friends when I got back to the apartment, so me and Rach wandered off and had TexMex at this quiet place tucked away in the wilderness that is Pflugerville. It was late, so we were the last customers to leave before they closed. I left a larger than usual tip, because I felt guilty about that.

We weren’t tired yet, so we rode off down I-35 looking for trouble, and… What did we do then?..

Oh, yeah, now I remember.

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If you don’t already know the story behind Rachael’s tattoo, it’s here.

I’d intended to get mine this past Father’s Day, but Collier, the genius who did both of our tattoos, is harder to catch than a greased cheetah on meth.

Uh, not that he’s really a cheetah. Or greased. Or on meth. It’s a metaphor, okay? I can do those, sometimes.

Here’s a picture of Collier, (who is a genius, did I mention?), hurting me:

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We finished up around 2 a.m. and finally found a Walgreens that was open and got some Aquaphor, which will be applied at least twice daily upon the new tattoo for a week to keep it shiny.

If you’re contemplating getting another tattoo next time you’re in Austin, you can go by Dark Angels Tattoos late one night and whisper the words ‘greased cheetah on meth’ in Collier’s ear, and he just might give you a discount on one of his works of genius.

I slept late again this morning, because I’d stayed up until almost 4 a.m. admiring my new tattoo. Then I rode back home in hundred degree Texas August Global Warming Climatic Meltdown and cleaned up the mess that my cats made over the weekend when they apparently had their cheetah friends over for a meth party.

Oh, also… I don’t remember for sure….

Have I mentioned here before that I love my daughter, whose name is Rachael?

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