Meat-Up

Knuck has created a monster. Tim, he of the clean plate and general neat-freakiness has fallen in love with Mothership BBQ. He insisted we go down there for lunch today, which also meant that I got to see everyone there for the NiT liveblogging as run by His Royal Funkiness.

Apparently a lot of older folks read the Tennessean and its food reviews, because they were coming in steady all afternoon. Kind of a nice dichotomy between wise-asses in their 30s and the elder statesmen of the city. Poor Sarcastro couldn't decide whether he fit with the wiseasses or the elderly.

Thank heaven John H. came out. I missed him when I spaced on the Mid-Tenn thing last weekend.

And of course the rest of the usual suspects (Aunt B., Chris Wage) were there as well. UPDATE: I'm awful. I totally forgot to add that Mark Rodgers came by as well. Mark briefly tilted the balance into the Right Wing's favour, only to have us lose it once he left and the Wage contingent arrived. Hey. At least the Left can outnumber the Right someplace.

Where were the rest of you people? Sista, I'm talkin' to YOU....

On an semirelated note, I'm beginning to enter my "pass the heavy drugs, please" phase, and so I'm wondering if I might end up missing Sunday School tomorrow. Which would probably be a good thing, seeing as how our Sunday School material went into great depth about Mother Theresa. It's best if I don't speak of my feelings about Mother Theresa. Especially during a time when I'm in a great deal of pain.