I arrived in Texas on Sunday to what local TV was describing as an "Arctic blast." I'm no meterorologist, so I'm not sure if that's possible, but I'll defer to the weathermen on this.
Anyhow, it has since warmed up into the 60s, just in time for me to head off to the chilly Northwest tomorrow.
And it seems my friends have plenty of neighbors willing to share their wireless connections, so I am, indeed, doing this on my shiny new laptop. (You're welcome, DeAnn.)
In the spirit of the brisk weather, we headed to the Stars-Sharks game last night.* I do love my hockey, but I am more excited about tonight, when we are headed out for what my friend has advertised as a "big hunk of red meat." I don't think I've had a steak since around Labor Day, but when you're in Texas, you just gotta do it.
More on this later, if I manage to survive.
* For Grande and C, your former company is a sponsor of some highlight package they show on the scoreboard here. Long way from their humble roots, huh?
2 comments:
I'm confused ... why wouldn't you survive a steak? Do you have to chase it down and butcher it first?
(Even then, you'd survive. Cows are slow and weak. ;)
captive audiences = great for marketing!
forget the Stars, are you going to be able to make it to a Mavs game?
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