Weekend saw the gang in Joplin, at Vintage Stock. Jason A and Seth have blogged about it, and Jeremy posted some horribly unflattering pictures on my Image board. I could stand to drop, oh...forty pounds.
Progamming note: I'm a fan of the King of Queens, and I'll defend it to detractors, but not here. However, I will say the new (and final) season has just been sad. Went seven episodes too long, kids.
It's kind of summery out. Even in the cooler embrace of the evening. Summery evenings are well spent with Mexican beer. Dos Equis tonight. Tempted to just kick back outside, enjoy the warm night and sip on some beerses.
But I probably won't.