I know my mother hates when I complain about my birthday, but I know I have a birthday curse and I dare anyone to try to disprove it. My birthday is three weeks from yesterday, and if I could hide in a dark cave I would. That is not what this is about, however. This is a Mi Tejas post.
Yesterday I awoke early, puttered around the house, went to work for a couple hours, then headed for the pub. None of the regulars were there, so after sharing some fried pickles with Kat the barmaid I wandered across the street to Buffalo Billiards.
BB's is a HUGE pool hall/bar/live music venue/God knows what else. Sunday at lunchtime it was deserted. I got a rack of balls and a Shiner Bock and punched the cueball around the table for a while. I got a table close enough to the front window I could people watch.
That may sound boring to some, and I suppose it is, but that is part of Mi Tejas.
Side note: My pool game reeks. I used to be pretty good, but I suck now. As if I wasn't down enough already.