Well, here I sit on Saturday Morning, the day after the end of the world and still typing away on my lil' 'pute, two-fingers of course. Reckon the Mayans were wrong or those who thought they were right about the Mayans were wrong.
Still getting over some flu-like stuff, but felt well enough yesterday to go to Donovan's Reef in Twin Lakes, Wisconsin, for their End-Of-The-World Party. We were there during the afternoon, but later that night, they had a band.
Plus, for $15, you could buy an inscribed tee shirt, which we did. If you wore it, you got half price drinks. Hard to beat $1 pints.
The front of the tee shirt read: "End of World Party, 12-21-12" with a circle around the globe with a line drawn through it. The back: "Survivors Party 12-22-12" with a tilted mug of beer with another globe on the suds. So, we're covered each way.
A little later today, we are going back to Donovan's for the Survivors party. Half price again if wearing the shirt.
Tonight, Route 12 Bar is having a Survivors Party as well.
I've always pictured myself as sitting down and having a drink of some fine bourbon or scotch at the end. Kind of like those guys on the Titanic as it was sinking. Most likely, however, I'll be out running in the streets screaming my head off.
Also, last night FX had one of the best-ever action movies, "2012." Those near destruction car and plane chases were something else, and then there was the madman Charlie (Woody Harrelson) and even ships. You can't ask for more action than that.
I'm going to have to buy that DVD some day.
Not the End...Yet. --RoadDog
Being an account of some things I'm interested in, what I'm doing, and reflections on my past, especially music.
Listen to this man. Seven years of college, you know. Trying to reason with 2020 and, now, 2022.
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