Last night, for the sake of getting back into our routine, we headed down to the Brooksider.  Honestly a cigar wouldn’t have hurt my feelings, but it was way too hot to be sitting outside.  (Although the rest of the guys were…  Little more hardcore than myself I guess.)  So, we sat inside in the A/C and had a little dinner.  I had my usual Tuesday night meal;  Three soft-shell chicken tacos.  Donette went with the mysterious “instead” burger.  Never really understood what “instead” meant, but that’s OK I guess.  It looked like a regular ol’ hamburger.  Instead of a taco?  Instead of a club sandwich?  Some type of marketing angle I’m just not catching on to perhaps.  After dinner I clicked through channels until the Royals game came on.  An hour and a half of glancing at worthless shows took it’s toll on me though;  I fell asleep in the third inning.