Lunch: We had a going away luncheon for a fellow leaving the office and a new hire. I had several barby'd chicken wings, a piece of some mystery meat (maybe a piece of pork?), salad and a couple of rolls. I brought in homemade choclate ice cream I'd made the day before (it had frozen as hard as a rock) and made homemade vinelli ice cream that morning. (It didn't harden up enuf and was still liquid at the centre.)
I left both containers of ice cream in the office freezer and expect to pick up the empty containers this coming Moanday night. Actually, I probably could pick them up today as I know who was working the day shift, evening shift, mid shift (AKA "graveyard") and again the day shift. Those lads will have not only eatten all the ice cream but will have washed the containers for me. However, I'll wash the containers when I get home because I've seen them wash dishes and their low standards of cleaniness would never have passed the Army Sergeants who taught me the virtues of cleaning dishes well...
A fine lot of munch mouths! Makes me proud I'm no longer in that "Brotherhood". (Actually, I still am but I have my little delusions and never make ice cream at home and don't dare buy it for I'll eat it...
Dinner: We went to Montana Mikes and I had the 16 oz steak, large "fully loaded" baked potatoe (I brought about 1/3 home as well as 1/2 of both my and my wife's rolls. I also had a Strawberry Margretti and a "Coors Origional" beer...
Here is one of my pet peeves: The piss pooor quality of draft beers
Montana Mikey's advertised a large scooner of draft beer. Well, my wife was going to drive home and since I'm working the night of my 55th birthday (this coming Moanday), we decided to make this a substitue Birthday Bash. So, I asked the waitress what kind of beer they had on draft.
______"Bud lite, Coors lite and Amber Bock"
______"Is that all", I replied?
______"Well", I continued, "I don't drink lite because I don't think it's real beer! Do you have Miller Genuine Beer"?
______"We have Miller Lite."
______"He doesn't like lite beer", my wife interjected.
______"Do you have Michelob", I asked hopefully yet knowing I was doomed to hear:
______"We have Michelob Ultra.
______I may have shuttered and replied "Michelob Ultra isn't fit for human consumption.
______She proved to be a smart waitress as she replied: "I don't like it either and know some people who don't."
______"What else have you got?"
______She replied "Coors Origional" and that is what I ordered...
When Kathie and I were at OSU (that's Oregon and not Ohio or Oklahoma), the State of Oregon would not allow Coors to be sold in the state. A friend of ours went to Idaho and smuggled in several cases of Coors. He quickly sold it and we told each other how much we liked it.
I tried not to remember how I'd driven from Portland Oregon to Suitland Maryland in May 1974 as I drove my new car from my parent's house to where I was stationed (in the Navy). I stopped at Mountain Home Idaho and had a late dinner at the Enlisted Club. I couldn't understand why these "Zoomies" were putting down Coors and preferred "Budweiser" (the origional "piss" beer). I later found out when I could legally buy and drink Coors.
Actually, to be candid, Pissweiser -er- Budweiser really isn't that horrible of a beer. It's just too bland. Jax's Beer and Raineer were far worst. That Hawaiin' beer everybody had to have in the late 1970s was far, far worst. Let's not talk about "Amstil" (the Mediterrean version anyway).
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