Overheard At The Key Bar

Me: ...I've got a tattoo of a celtic dog on my shoulder... (rolling up my sleeve) Here.

Pretty Blonde: (looking me up and down) You run don't you?

Me: (nodding self confidently) Yes... Yes I do.

Pretty Blonde: (pointing at my arm) Yeah, you have tan lines from wearing your iPod.

Overheard Over A Glass Of Wine

Me: Deal with it, I am what I am.

Her: I don't believe it. You know, I'm only one semester short of having my degree in Psychology...

Me: Hmmm... How many psychologists does it take to change a light bulb?

Her: (with furrowed brow) I don't know.

Me: Just one. But the light bulb has to want to change.

Sign Language

A friend of mine came back into town for the Austin City Limits Festival. I picked her and her mother up from the San Antonio airport Thursday and took them to the pub to meet up with the friends they were staying with.

I love a girl who knows how to show her appreciation. Woo-hoo!

What A Card

It's nice to recognized for what you are by your friends. We had an August birthday gathering at the pub last night. My lovely friend E could not make it, but she stopped by at an earlier time to drop off cards for each of us. This one is mine and I love it, love it.

Speaks volumes, don't it.

Overheard At Work

Me: I'm thinking about getting a kayak for myself for my birthday.

Delivery guy: What are you gonna do with a kayak?

Me: I'm going to keep fruit in it. Why?

Delivery guy: I, uh... ?

Seen In A Text Message

Them: You remind me of Robert Mitchum.

Me: I don't look anything like Bob Mitchum. I always thought of my self as a Steve McQueen type.

Them: Steve was too smooth. You are more of a thug.

I'll be writing more about this later... Really.

Overheard On The Telephone

Nameless Friend: Dude, saw your pictures on your blog... Not bad

Me: Thanks man, it's a work in progress.

Friend: Bah, work in progress my ass... More like a historic structural renovation.

Overheard At The Belmont On 6th

My lovely friend E: What's that you're drinking, Honey?

Myself: Cranberry Juice. When you're off alcohol and caffine your choices are limited at a bar.

E: How long are you going to quit?

Me: Dunno. I feel I'm still too close to the darkness.

E: Honey, you are the darkness.

Overheard On The Back Porch

Last night on the back porch, a friend and I were enjoying the weather and having a chat. It was observed that I can be a bit long winded when visiting an anecdote.

I laughed, "Heh, I've heard that brevity is the soul of wit."

Without missing a beat he opined, "Yeah, you're pretty soulless."