Pardon my tardiness, I’ve spent my morning driving back from a weekend stay at the resort in scenic Earth City, MO.  Just a tinge of sarcasm there;  Actually that place needs to be erased.  Ahhh, I guess it isn’t that bad.  OK it is, I just like to maintain a positive outlook.  The extra-bad news is that I was there for work, so I really don’t have any fascinating tales of the weekend to relate.  Aside from one kind of edgy trip to Costco, I just shuttled back and forth between work and the hotel.  Whippee.

I guess I did go out Friday night, which was quite fun.  Through the magic of the evil Facebook, I hooked up with Kupcho, Eisenbarger, Lil’ Boy, Slim, and Lost Brother Marcks at the Village Bar for a few hours of socializing.  Actually several hours of socializing;  I stayed out well past my bedtime.  Sort of like going out with my buddy Mike last weekend I guess;  Not too hard to find conversation material if you haven’t seen somebody in 15 years.  (If you don’t recognize those names, incidentally, they are all fraternity brothers from my rather wide span of college years.)  Rick Hayes stopped by and said hi too, but he was working so he chatted for a bit and moved on.

Well, honestly that’s about it.  I could go into a lengthy diatribe about the excitement of working into the wee hours of the morning, and all the fascinating testing we did, but I don’t want to risk losing any of my precious few readers to self-mutilation.  I did, for nostalgia’s sake, stop by Biffle’s BBQ in Concordia on the way home today for lunch.  Hmmmm, not quite as good as I remembered from the college days.  I had a brisket sandwich and it was…  OK.  Perhaps a few years of TFB-BBQ has set my expectations too high.  It was a bit dry and shaved too thin.  Perhaps next time I’ll jog south a few miles and stop by Perry Fosters instead.  If that turned into a disappointment it would be truly heartbreaking though, so I might just not risk that one.