6-27-09 Saturday (Supersized)

Oh my!  It’s 105 today.  The Jeep A/C is still doing a good job, as proven on it’s way to Whataburger for lunch.  Yeah, I was the weak one.  When Jim asked what’s for lunch, I about broke a leg springing into action and exclaiming “Whataburger”!  So off we went.

A fellow blogger friend, Norma, is quite a fitness buff.  So many of her posts revolve around nutrition, exercise, and the like.  Fairly often she’ll get on an anti-fat tirade about our Over Weight America.  Her recent entry was about furniture, and towels and whatnots that are designed for the obese.  I commented on her blog that she must hate reading about me eating so much.  She replied, “No way, Garret...I just hate that you look so trim and slender despite your frequent cheeseburger and dessert adventures!!!”  I must know who paid her for that reply?  Now I must pick on her and any others of you out there who think that.  Since I publish the blog, and I’m typically the photographer, I assure you that the most unflattering photos are omitted.  Notice most of our photos aren’t profile views.

It’s 3:15 and we’re going sightseeing with John and Derek starting at 3:30.  Jim has a day planned for us.  Jim is a good one to take on vacation.  All the planning, mapping, and driving is a plus.  Maybe a new career choice.  Professional Vacation/Sightseeing Accompanier.  If he simply planned it out, that would be a travel agent.  If he showed the sights, he’d then be a tour guide.  So maybe a new thing?  Just don’t hire him and expect anything to happen before 11am though.

John drove us in his truck car to the Stockyard.  Parking was a nightmare.  It was outrageously priced.  Yesterday Jim and I paid $5 to park.  Today that same parking lot was priced at $20!  What a rip.  We paid the ransom and moved on to the Cowtown Coliseum where we were able to use a coupon.  Just read the poster.

 

Above: Jim and Derek are in charge of ticket purchasing.

 

Above: John is trying to figure out how to zoom on his fancy iPhone.  Verdict?  FAIL.

 

After the show, we went to the Cowtown Cattlepen Maze (with a coupon).  Even though it was so damn hot, it was fun.  I think it took like 20 minutes to get through.

 

Above: John is getting frustrated.

Above: Derek waves.

 

Above: John sticks his tongue out.  Perhaps he’s trying to catch water from the leaking misters?

 

Above: John, are you still lost?

 

Above: Jim completed it first but he later admitted some kid told him where to get the final letter.  He’s watching the rest of us fumble around.

 

Above: Jim’s badge.  16 minutes.  Mine was 19.  John and Derek were low 20’s I think.

Above: Derek in his western attire.

Time for food.  We had heard from Alix and her sister that we MUST eat at Joe T. Garcia’s.  I researched reviews about this place to see what the big deal is. The garden looked pretty.  The food gets great reviews.  Everyone agreed to give it a try.  We were all just about drenched in sweat.  We walked 8,956 miles, uphill, both ways, in the snow to get there.  Or so it seemed.  We arrived, and got on line.  While in line for 15-20 minutes, we all marveled at how huge this place was.  They had as many cars there as Walmart.  Geez, there must be something really special about this place.  The food must be orgasmic.  Bunches of people in front of us got to go inside the building.  We moved up in line quite a bit.  Soon, we’ll get out of the heat!  They must only let a bunch in at a time so the lobby doesn’t get overcrowded.  Some hostess, steps out of the building and says a bunch of us are on the wrong end of the line.  The line is around the building.  Why did a chunk of our line go in then?  Why isn’t the way we and a ton of others marked as an exit.  Why aren’t there signs around the compound (it’s huge) with instructions or directions or something.  They even have police officers walking around!  We were pretty pissed off and all agreed to leave.  I doubt I’ll try again.  I’m so annoyed at how we were simply dismissed.  I don’t think this place cares about the 14 or so people who were on the wrong line.  Why would they care, when 15,879 other people were in line.  I can’t believe several people looked sad but then mindlessly walked down the long ramp we walked up in the first place to go around to the other side of the building as instructed.  Whatever.

We melted walked back to the truck car and went to Chili’s.  We all enjoyed our meal.  3 out of 4 of us had a Mexican food afterall.