A Wednesday Drive

Tonight, pretty much at the last minute, I decided to go for a drive.

"Why did the Aggie cross the road?"

"To get to the Chicken, of course...."

I left around sunset, windows down, cool breeze, and the drive from me casa to the Chicken is approximately the length of my favorite album evar, REK's Live Diner No. 2, from Floore's.

Windows down in latter April, and getting a non-humid chill is unusual for the H-town region.  It has been nice, and I haven't heard or made a single bitch about the weather. We are truly blessed.

Listening to a full album straight thru to which you know ever word, wind blowing in at 75 mph allows one to enjoy other things like sunsets, and smells such as truck brakes, burnt grass, and the occassional chicken farm and pasture full of cows. 

It was just a damn good drive.  One of my favorites. To meet a damn good friend, who lives a damn far distance away.  And I had a damn good time.  I bet she didn't know how much I needed to get out of Houston tonite; how much a simple 1.5 hour drive there and 1.5 hour drive back was worth every mile.  Enjoying friends for who they are just makes life worth it.  And the Chicken always throws down the ultimate attitudinal atomosphere, complete with high heels and skirts, and suits complete with Maroon Ties.

A great time.  Just what I particularly needed on this particular evening. 

On the way back, a song came upon the radio that I'd like to share.  It contains great advice, and it made the perfect end to a perfect evening.


Nite, all.