Snake. I like it. Has a certain ring.

I went down to The Family Dog after dinner with The Source of the Trouble Saturday night.
Highland Tap is still great dining.
I had the big filet with onion rings and sweet tea.
Perfect.
I even had a couple sprigs of broccoli.
So it counted as health food.

The Source insisted on dessert since it was her birthday.
Good call:  the cheese cake was delicious.

I went straight home to couch where I was nearly lights out but decided I should get the bike out for at least a minute.
Down to Rosebud (the restaurant, not the sled) to say hi and then over to TFD to have a Guinness.

TFD had a big crowd for their little Corn-Dog-O-Rama or whatever they were calling the night and when the doorman showed up for the evening crowd around 8, he came around to stamp everyone already in so he didn't charge them twice.
He's a really nice, younger, AA man, and when he came around to stamp me, he called me Snake.
The second time I've heard that name and both times from AA gentleman.
And both times it has cracked me up.

I've got to get busy and write to Kurt Russell.

In the meantime: