Russell & Kimmy

Last night my legal counsel, my wife, and I all went out to Spider House for a few refreshing beverages. Ideally I was going to get a Black & White, but sadly that was no longer on the menu. Instead of having the perfect blend of espresso and vanilla ice cream I had to settle for a Mexican Coke and Italian Soda; how multi-cultural of me. I had forgotten how sweet Mexican Coke is and it makes me wonder why the U.S. of A. can’t use real sugar as opposed to that crap so commonly called High Fructose Corn Syrup. I swear that there must be a conspiracy to put that crap in everything, sure it is sweet but not as sweet as me or as sweet as a little something I like to call sugar. All ranting about the lack of sugar aside, it was nice to get out of the house and spend sometime outside pretending I am smarter than I actually am. As an added bonus Spider House draws university students like … uh …. well flies; so I get the added bonus of people watching, judging and mocking. The only down side of all this joy, Spider House refuses to have comfortable seating. I am sure there is some sort of relevant cultural expression/eclectic expression/or what not, but what it really boils down to is that my butt is uncomfortable and it seems that the older I get, the more of a premium I place on comfort. I am just un-cool like that.