I saw a Parisian-style traffic circle in Cowtown and I hadn’t eaten the shrooms yet. Luckily, I wouldn’t have to enter this deathly circle. I imagine decades ago, Ft.Worthians hung the carcasses of cattle rustlers and horse thieves along the road here, just like the Romans did with slaves that revolted. Rumor has it they still do that with restaurateurs serving salsa made in Chinese prisons.
I personally think that this is where Assurbanipaul dumps the bodies of those who have sampled his home brew experiments.
Roll Call: assurbanipaul, beerdiablo, allengarvin, morris729
Guests: Sasquatch MIA: 1759dallas, larrykemp
New location for the general pool of Visual Evidence.
Look here.
Hippies Hate Slayer: Lance the Infected Mushroom
The
Mellow Mushroom’s 70’s inspired psychedelic art was a bit much though there were no reports on hallucinations from their pies, despite asking for peyote as a topping when I found that they didn’t offer
Psilocybin-containing mushrooms as a topping.
Decent pizza but nothing earth shattering - far better than Pizza the Hut’s fodder though.
They had local beers on tap and some decent micros, which made the joint worthy of a repeat. I’m told they’ve eliminated half of their offerings compared to when they first opened a year ago. Right near a college too, don’t the youth of America know they’re supposed to experiment while in college? Shame.
Somehow all this 70’s vibe did inspire my idea to make a Beer-bed. Basically, you take a waterbed and replace the water with beer. The downside is that you have to keep the bed at around 47º. A keg would be attached just like an IV to feed the bed while BeerDiabla and I partake from the sippy tubes. I’m thinking of dividing the bed into four chambers so you can have different styles but that could mess with the cooling - you’d have to have it different to each chamber and that makes the project cost prohibitive. Not to mention screwing with your sleeping cycle even more.
Ironically, no one laughed too hard as I could tell that the rest of the group were all determining the feasibility of pulling it off. We’re an “ill” bunch. Allen was probably pricing waterbeds the next day.
Saturday was slow at the next venues, The Gingerman and Ye Olde Bull & Bush. Nothing too wild occurred. I’ve known these guys for about 3.5 years now and inevitably, discussions always boil down to parasites, centering on techniques such as pull, twist and burn.
Ludicrous Gathering Statistics
Asian women count: 1, quality not quantity
Amazon women count: 2
Searingly Hot Amazon woman count:1, a 6’2” cross between Julia Louis-Dreyfus and Minnie Driver
Geckos: 3
.5 kilogram increments: Fishy
Ben Franklin in Your Face: 1
PBR Observancy: Not in the Pub!?
Marvin the Martian Door: 1
Live Oak in FW: Liberation
Old School Waitress: 1
Stürmvölke: 1
Flesh Grading: 1, I forgot the criteria
Bathroom Graffiti of the Night: Fuck the Taliban, Party Naked
Lithuanian Ale: Sighted
Hitting on 1&3: 1, get some rhythm whitey
Time machine reference: 1
Uncle Buck Urinal: 1
David Cronenburg Pizza: Pulsating
Cunning Plans: [operations pizza slice, don’t stare, woodcutting ]
Foiled Cunning Plans: 1
Ongoing Cunning Plans: 0
Spillage: 0
Glass breakage: 1, thanks to B&B staff
Drained Kegs: 0
Passed out BA's: 0
BA's catching the hiccups: 0