Last night we supped on a delightful smoked chicken fresh out of our smoker. I roasted some red potatoes with garlic and made green beans with tomatoes. Everything was splendid except those green beans-tough. Soon, there will be beans at the produce stand so no more eating beans from some far away place. Hooray.
We listened to some Eric Clapton since the concert is next Monday. Have I mentioned that we are going to the Eric Clapton concert in DC on Monday, June 21st? See you there.
While we were eating, I waxed poetic on all the different songs he should play since I’ll be in the audience. I’m sure he snapped to attention last night as he got my ESP song request sheet. Kind of like that guy on Third Rock when he’d get a message from the Big Giant Head.
I told the better-half that if I should start crying or screaming like a girl at the concert to just ignore me and I’ll snap out of it in a second. I expect, though, to make a complete fool out of myself and apologize now to all those who will be sitting near me.