The Stand

Allright..ok...one wee post then. Why should my loyal half dozen suffer because I got them naughty blues?

Wednesday evening I sprang myself from the ER, despite the cluckings of assorted RNs and doctors. Going the ER is bad enough but barring a life-or-death situation, I'm certainly not going to allow myself to be admitted if I can walk out under my own steam -just hand me that waiver thankyouverymuch.

I drove my ailing self to the airport Thursday and caught a plan to Austin Texas - spent Friday alternately sleeping and coughing. Though I never quite reached full-steam for the entire weekend, by Friday evening I was well enough to go out to the Iron Cactus on 6th Street for dinner. Which brings us to the today's story...

While I was using the men's room at the Iron Cactus, a young man who had obviously taken a drop or two, entered and took up position at the urinal next to mine. He then announced to the rest of in the bathroom that he was going to 'break Tom Hanks record.'

I wasn't sure what record he was referring to - his reference escaped me. But I soon got an idea what he was about. As this gentleman relieved himself, he was also cheering..no, urging himself..or his member...on to great things. "Go on...yeah...that's it...no, not yet...just a little more...eighteen seconds...more... ." I'm telling you, this guy was focused.

Somebody tell Tom Hanks that his record for longest urination was sorely challenged, if not outright broken.

Coming soon... Dan's First HonkyTonk, courtesy of my good friend R. and his lovely wife H.