Thursday, August 25, 2011

Well, that sucks.

I went to bed last night planning on taking my lunch at The Aristocrat pub today. The humidity had been broken by the front that moved through, the high was expected to be in the low '80s, and I was looking forward to taking the book I was reading, hopping on the Broad Ripple SUV, and pedaling over to enjoy a bowl of French onion soup and a sammich of some sort while chilling on their shady patio.

Then I walked into roomie's bedroom this morning where the TeeWee was blaring, only to find out that I'd need to change my plans. Dammit.

(Incidentally, The Aristocrat makes a guest appearance in The Weapon; unsurprising, since Mike Williamson lived around the corner for years.)

9 comments:

New Jovian Thunderbolt said...

What do you call your act?

The Aristocrats!

the gripping hand said...

Well, dammit! I love that place.

Anonymous said...

I guess your luck streak is continuing on unabated.

DaveFla said...

One door closes, another opens. Here's hoping they can rebuild.

Anonymous said...

Ugh, me tell Throg new thing he call fire no good...bad things happen...must eat meat no hot from fire the way gods meant...

On a serious note, let's hope they succeed in keeping the original atmosphere, wherever they reopen.

SoBro sounds like a cool place to live. If I could tolerate cold weather I might think of relocating...but then I would drive roomie nuts wanting to play with her antiques...I'm from the same era as many of her toys, like to renew acquaintances with old friends, ya know...

cap'n chumbucket

Anonymous said...

Named after the filthiest joke in the English language...

Justthisguy said...

Ah, yes. I have a copy of "The Weapon" around here. I must look that up. That is one of the creepiest books I have ever read. Don't let Mike work on your HVAC system unless and until you are quite certain that you are on his good side.

Harry Tuttle ain't even in it.

Chas S. Clifton said...

I checked out the Sterling book—made it just as far as the talking dog. If I don't like it, I shall hold you responsible. ;)

TheSev said...

No soup for you.


(couldn't resist, first thing that came to mind).