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  1. Had a guy call me last night who was in town visiting his wife who just got released into the local halfway house from TDC. I gave him some meeting info and we chatted for a bit. He had gotten my number from a guy in Austin. His mom was a stripper, he would sleep in the car in the parking lot and she taught him how to do bumps of cocaine to wake up and go to school. At 8 years old. Now my mom definitely didn’t teach me those life skills, and tbh I was a little envious. I woke up at 5 am to start cooking lunch for my church, because that’s the multi generational parental modeling I had. Yet that guy is my people, I love me some addicts. I invited that dude and his lady, it would make my day if they stopped in for a BearschlongBurger, which sadly, is probably inferior to a DerkaDog.
  2. When you know, you know. That’s when you join the cult for real and intertwine it into your life.
  3. Lol. That says a lot when the best Hallmark can come up with is “happy Father’s Day, you fat, beer swilling, golf attempting, smelly fart and BO producing asshole!” I hate greeting cards.
  4. Thanks. I was wondering when this was going to happen. Seems like forever since it happened.
  5. Patrick seems pissed that Phelan wants to undo his past work, and he’s still pissed about how even-handed Phelan was with the Dems who jetted off to DC last session. Phelan’s family is a significantly large commercial and residential property owner, and they are known for a buy-and-hold investment strategy. I know plenty of people who have called Dade’s brother with offers that were met with indifference. Remember that they sold groceries on credit in exchange for oil royalties to wildcatters drilling for oil 120 years ago, so they are the kings of the long game. We all know that the perception of Texas being a low-tax state is smoke and mirrors; they will limit the ad valorem assessments while hiking rates per $100 value to get their money. My gut tells me that the Texas GOP is focused on a short-sighted money grab. The voucher thing as well, the Phelans are a huge catholic family who sent their kids to parochial schools and has a practical knowledge of public/private educational dynamics. The GQP loves painting PHELAN as a RINO, and I was a little shocked that Dade invoked the crooked orange man’s approval in his remarks. I haven’t done the math, but I will call the guys in Dade’s ear to get their explanation. Guys whose grandfathers did real estate deals with my grandfather in the years after WW2.
  6. Anyone been to Hagi on 51st? My sister is thinking about it as a pre-show place. Used my hookup in the Hadestown producer’s office to get house seats for my sister and they are the exact same seats we had last weekend.
  7. And some of the most meaningful direct amends I was able to make were to a few relatives who did their best to help me. “Mind your own business” became “hey, I remember your gesture and even though I was a real ass at the time, I’ll always cherish your concern for my well being.”
  8. Don’t tiptoe around it. If you really love him, tell him the truth. “Look dude, you may not realize it but you don’t drink like a normal person, and it’s probably contributing to your other difficulties. I know a lot of people that were like that and they stopped and their lives improved. I will support you but I want you to know I care more about your life than I do your feelings.” Let him know that he is NOT alone, and that getting help is a lot more heroic and respectable than continuing a downward slide. That’s the power move. And if he asks for help, tell him to use the googles to find a close AA meeting and just go listen. He can even make up a name if he wants to. All the cool kids are doing it. Hell, go with him as an observer, it’s usually more entertaining than Netflix, as long as what you hear there stays there. The worst thing you can do is to modify your behavior to accommodate his drinking, or make excuses. “I thought you were an alcoholic maniac but I didn’t want to be rude” is a common sentiment that I wish people would avoid, but it’s not our polite nature to call people out. In hindsight, I wish people would have addressed my drinking in a direct manner rather than playing it off as something else. Just my 2 cents, YMMV.
  9. Planning a presidential run? I kid, I kid. Just remember that when others are a drink or two in, you’re suddenly the sharpest tack in the drawer.
  10. At this point I’d be calling everyone I’d ever worked with to shoot the shit. I’m actually referring my past VP of sales who swore he wouldn’t change industries.
  11. The young hustlers don’t speak legacy monolith and thus are useless on modernization projects. My clients (insurance and financial services) are sick of trying to explain legacy tech to AWS guys who keep trying to fit them into a box. And the senior guys know how to strap on a quota and deliver. My anecdotes differ somewhat.
  12. Technically it’s a Lifestorage 10x20 space but warehouse sounds cooler. About 5 minutes from my house. Mainly for holiday decor, extra furniture, and crutches. I do have a warehouse for boat storage. I’m now in a Marriott with an elevated and iced knee. Tomorrow’s gonna be an ordeal.
  13. DFW or IAH to Rome. 18 months out, what carrier/CC/program should I focus my efforts? I’ve been a Mexico/Caribbean traveler, now starting to focus on Europe.
  14. BearSchlong

    1923

    Certainly the ship captain would have provided an affidavit of some kind, right? Also I googled and found out that passports weren’t a thing until the League of Nations standardized them following WWI. In 1920 the USA started issuing them, more or less as a standard document.
  15. BearSchlong

    1923

    I’m assuming he got chewed up by the props, right?
  16. I did the exact same thing last weekend with impunity. Ditto, can’t wait to return.
  17. Dammit. In November I sprained my left knee with a torqued up golf swing into a solidly planted left foot. I’d say I’m 95% healed from that. Today I was in my garage throwing darts. To liven it up, I try different angles, then I backed up to the far wall and started throwing them overhand like a baseball. Then I kicked and delivered like I was a kid, back on the high school mound, and sprained my right knee. I can’t straighten it, I can’t walk, I had to get my wife to go to my warehouse and find my crutches. And I’ve got important meetings with clients and business travel the rest of the week. Fuck this getting old nonsense, I’m only 50. Spraining a knee throwing darts in my garage is pathetic. Once this shit heals I’m getting a Pilates reformer and starting a daily regimen.
  18. What was the reel they had on Amazon which was the Chinese knockoffs of the $400 Shimano Metanium or Anteres? Was about $60 IIRC and had great reviews? I’d go buy a half dozen of them now. Anyone? I can’t remember if it was this site or one of the ancestor sites where that discussion occurred.
  19. Looks like a fun day. We had a phenomenal time in NYC—a quick rundown for my memories. The new LGA doesn’t suck. I enjoyed staying on Central Park South; waking up early and taking a stroll around the park was lovely, watching lots of dogs playing, ice skaters, and the iconic skyline. And, of course, the well-heeled in their natural habitat. Essex House was, as expected, a nice JW Marriott. Originally it was my wife, daughter, and me, but my daughter’s friend who just took an investment banking job in NYC got invited somehow, and then when my wife’s BFF and her man found out we were going, they tagged along. Fun traveling couple. The first night was Jacob’s pickles, 84th, and Amsterdam. Solid southern food and gourmet pickles. Next, gawking in Times Square for the benefit of my wife’s friend, who was in NYC for the first time. My daughter is in digital media campaign enablement, so her comments about the various ads were informative. The following day was the 9/11 memorial (powerful), Trinity Church, the original St. Patrick’s Cathedral (the Godfather baptism scene location), and the Catacombs. A long lunch at Caffe Napoli in Little Italy, shopping, a daddy-daughter espresso date at Sofia’s, and drinks at Gelso & Grande on Mulberry. Since I don’t drink, I was over espresso’d for most of the trip. Then Moulin-Rouge, such a sexy spectacle. Saturday began with an hour in the park, brunch at Sarabeth’s on 59th and 6th, a subway ride to Brooklyn Bridge Park, then an Uber to the Hudson side and a boat ride by the Statue of Liberty and around the island. Over the years, I’ve made NYC trips focused on museums, food, and shopping, but the vibe on this trip was more celebratory (daughter’s 23rd birthday, enjoying friends) and enjoying the city’s for the first time with my 2nd wife). Dinner at Bond 45 was solid, ending with the best limoncello tart I’ve ever eaten. Hadestown was great. Sunday was a walk in Central Park, then a birthday girl champagne brunch at 230 5th Rooftop with a window table next to the Empire State Building, then a matinee of “Six,” which was a fun, short musical, then the Summit at One Vanderbilt. That place is a blast, like a funhouse of mirrors in the sky. We went at 4:30 and saw the sunset; NYC lights coming to life, the perfect cloud cover to make the sky look like a lava lamp. An ideal beginning to the evening. Dinner in an outside cabin at Quality Meats on 58th and 6th. Great steaks and sides, but in hindsight, it was so massive that I would have gone much lighter on brunch. By now, we had gone full speed for three days, and my wife was wearing down, so we called it a night. My daughter met up with her high school BFF who went to UT and now works for LVMH and they went to her place in Harlem, and she stayed until 3 am. Woke up, strolled the park, met up with UpperWestside for an enjoyable visit, then rallied the troops to the hotel bar for a Monday afternoon white girl wasted Uber to LGA. Our next NYC trip will be with my son and new DIL.
  20. Me too. We could probably come up with a whole glossary. Edit: whoever brought up concur, thanks. I better do my expense report before the nasty grams from Amex arrive.
  21. Me too. A few weeks ago I was at a charity gala and found myself sitting next to my US congress critter, Randy Weber. During introductions my wife and I just glared at him, and didn’t shake hands. He focused on the other people, like my FIL, the regional head of DPS, and a genuinely good guy self-made philanthropist, and out of politeness to them I didn’t loudly proclaim what an unmitigated immoral unprincipled son of a bitch I think he is. I regret my inaction. But I wish Dade would run for statewide office, he is a real Texan, his great grandfather was at Spindletop, his wife has done a lot to help to help children through ad litum CPS advocacy, and his uncle is almost like a father to me, he is one of the most selfless, helpful people I’ve ever met.
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