Strange Day

Milady and I are members of the Magnolia Dance Club. It is a club of like-minded people who get together once a month to dance. Mostly old farts like myself, the club has been going in Alexandria since.... hell, since before I was born. It's been around a while.

It's a good idea for folks who like to dance and don't necessarily like to go clubbing. Frankly, the idea of clubbing doesn't appeal to me as much as it once did. We pay the music guy for the music we want to hear and he knows our tastes.

You're not going to hear any rap. No hip-hop.

Anyway, once a year you're tagged with hosting the dance, which is basically just making sure there are nibbles available and that the place gets set up and torn down when the dance is over. Tommorrow night, Milady and I host the club.

So, Milady is running around making sure that all the bases are covered, and is in close coordination with the other couple who is co-hosting with us.

Today I have two projects going. Drywall for the project house, which will commence shortly. I'm using a kid who is doing this as a second job, and he gets off shortly and should be over here. The other project is two briskets for the dance tomorrow night. They've been on the smoker since noon, wrapped in copious amounts of smoke



I just completed trimming some fat and refreshing my super-secret marinade. I'll take them off tonight about nine, slice them, and put them to bed.