Sunday evening we played at a bar in Topeka, Kansas, called Heart Attack Jacks. We went over and set up our equipment by 6:00pm. We had been looking forward to eating at the Blind Tiger since the last time we played at Jack’s. They have a microbrew beer there called something like Maibock that is just fantastic. They were out of the beer. We sat and ate and waited on Dusty. He got there at about 7:30pm and we were supposed to start at 8:00pm. He delayed our return to the bar. We finally began playing at 8:35pm CDT. Halfway around the world, at that same exact moment, North Korea became a nuclear power.
I wonder why we can invade Iraq based on assurances of weapons of mass destruction and the fear of a nuclear threat from one of the countries of the Axis of Evil presented by our own administration and we won’t invade another country of the same Axis of Evil even when they warn us and tell us that they have the bomb and plan to test it. Perhaps if Kim Jong-il jumped up and down and yelled, "Hey! Over here!" the Bush administration might have at least turned it’s head. Wait. He did. It didn’t.
I’ve developed this bad habit of buying a bottle of single malt scotch and having a drink or two and leaving it at my house. I, in my laziness to drive back to my house, end up buying another bottle before the next occasion, which I, in turn, leave at my house. I’m developing a collection. I guess its better than drinking the collection.
I’ve found that most single malts taste like bottled up smoke from a tire fire. However, if it says Islay on the bottle, it’s going to taste like the bottled up ashes left after the tires burned. You can actually taste the rubber. It’s mmmmmm-good.
G and I watched a couple more episodes of The West Coast tonight. It’s going to be great if they don’t cancel it.
