Pecan Bars and Missed Flights
Is Geddy Lee in Coheed and Cambria?
I had heard some good things about them and downloaded a couple of tracks. The singer sounds like Geddy Lee, FOR SERIOUS. Shame too, 'cuz the instrumentation sounded very cool. But I just can't listen to balls-in-a-vice, eunuch-like singing unless it's old Rush.
(NON-GOLFERS SKIP AHEAD 2 PARAGRAPHS) So yeah, I haven't written since before Xmas - the trip was good. Golf every day. Didn't break 90, which was my goal, but I was very close and it's not fair to put a lot of pressure on myself when I haven't played since September and only played 4 rounds this summer. I DID hit some TRES sweet shots, including a 3-wood from 250 to about 12 feet.
I've come to the realization that I DEFINITELY need new irons, or long irons at the very least. 6 iron in, I'm good with the old Hogan Blades. I really liked Sinc's 3 wood (Callaway Steelhead but I'd get a less stiff shaft), and Dad's Taylor Made Raylor 21 degree is PERFECT for a 5-wood.
The seafood was PHENOMENAL. MASSIVE fresh scallops and shrimp. So good. The Oyster Factory is a kickass place to eat and hang at the bar. Hudson's had good food but the ambiance and wait staff sucked. The deck at Hudson's could be fun when there's more folks around.
Ate lots of frozen Bourbon Pecan Bars. McYUM. Gotta get the brand name of these things and see if I can order 'em up here. I'll try frozen pecan pie or tarts, but I doubt it'll be as good.
We didn't get out to any bars, but Matt and I got smashed and Dad was a real pill, as par usual.
Matt screwed up our flight as Air Canada had changed our flight times and he forgot to write the info down, then Mom erased the message as she thought he had it straight. So we ended up dicking around in the Charleston airport for 2 hours trying to get on another flight. First one was at 7:45 the next morn, and we were there at 4:15.
So we ended up checking into a cheezy motel (Ramada), and there was this sketchy old Cadillac with blacked out windows cruising up and down the strip in front of the motel with the bass so loud it was shaking the windows of our room. We figgered he was either a pimp or a dealer. Anyway, he didn't stop until like 4 AM, so I had a super-shitty sleep. Matt poured a glass of cold water on my bed (Yeah, REAL FUNNY. JACKASS.) when I was in the can, and I rolled over into it and just SNAPPED. Normally I wouldn't, but I was tired as hell and unwillingly out of my element in a shitty Motel in Charleston, when I should have been home in my own comfy bed. So we had a little scrap. I grabbed the phone and almost hit him with it (I re-thought mid-strike and changed my target, woulda busted him up pretty bad). Ended up hitting right beside him and he shoved me into a wall and scraped up my back. No biggie, but we argued after that for a while about dumb shit.
So we got up at 5:45 (UGH.), went through security (pretty thorough, Orange Alert - NOTE TO SELF: GET NEW PASSPORT!!!!), got on the plane to Chicago and slept all the way. One hour in Chi-town, then back to the cold of YYZ and 100 km/hr. winds. YEEHAAAWWW.
Time to find me some pecan bars.
I had heard some good things about them and downloaded a couple of tracks. The singer sounds like Geddy Lee, FOR SERIOUS. Shame too, 'cuz the instrumentation sounded very cool. But I just can't listen to balls-in-a-vice, eunuch-like singing unless it's old Rush.
(NON-GOLFERS SKIP AHEAD 2 PARAGRAPHS) So yeah, I haven't written since before Xmas - the trip was good. Golf every day. Didn't break 90, which was my goal, but I was very close and it's not fair to put a lot of pressure on myself when I haven't played since September and only played 4 rounds this summer. I DID hit some TRES sweet shots, including a 3-wood from 250 to about 12 feet.
I've come to the realization that I DEFINITELY need new irons, or long irons at the very least. 6 iron in, I'm good with the old Hogan Blades. I really liked Sinc's 3 wood (Callaway Steelhead but I'd get a less stiff shaft), and Dad's Taylor Made Raylor 21 degree is PERFECT for a 5-wood.
The seafood was PHENOMENAL. MASSIVE fresh scallops and shrimp. So good. The Oyster Factory is a kickass place to eat and hang at the bar. Hudson's had good food but the ambiance and wait staff sucked. The deck at Hudson's could be fun when there's more folks around.
Ate lots of frozen Bourbon Pecan Bars. McYUM. Gotta get the brand name of these things and see if I can order 'em up here. I'll try frozen pecan pie or tarts, but I doubt it'll be as good.
We didn't get out to any bars, but Matt and I got smashed and Dad was a real pill, as par usual.
Matt screwed up our flight as Air Canada had changed our flight times and he forgot to write the info down, then Mom erased the message as she thought he had it straight. So we ended up dicking around in the Charleston airport for 2 hours trying to get on another flight. First one was at 7:45 the next morn, and we were there at 4:15.
So we ended up checking into a cheezy motel (Ramada), and there was this sketchy old Cadillac with blacked out windows cruising up and down the strip in front of the motel with the bass so loud it was shaking the windows of our room. We figgered he was either a pimp or a dealer. Anyway, he didn't stop until like 4 AM, so I had a super-shitty sleep. Matt poured a glass of cold water on my bed (Yeah, REAL FUNNY. JACKASS.) when I was in the can, and I rolled over into it and just SNAPPED. Normally I wouldn't, but I was tired as hell and unwillingly out of my element in a shitty Motel in Charleston, when I should have been home in my own comfy bed. So we had a little scrap. I grabbed the phone and almost hit him with it (I re-thought mid-strike and changed my target, woulda busted him up pretty bad). Ended up hitting right beside him and he shoved me into a wall and scraped up my back. No biggie, but we argued after that for a while about dumb shit.
So we got up at 5:45 (UGH.), went through security (pretty thorough, Orange Alert - NOTE TO SELF: GET NEW PASSPORT!!!!), got on the plane to Chicago and slept all the way. One hour in Chi-town, then back to the cold of YYZ and 100 km/hr. winds. YEEHAAAWWW.
Time to find me some pecan bars.