Today was the VA Colonoscopy Class and many might think that should bring enough joy to the day but the temperature is 24F and it's been snowing. Technically speaking, it's really not snow but frozen rain. That doesn't matter all that much since it's the wind which will hurt you and it's just fast enough to make misery out there.
Yevette is sick and couldn't go out there to share the joyful experience and I'm sure she would have enjoyed the bitching on the way back. All these monstro Ford trucks are out there and they're Heavy Duty for some extra macho. Those HD monstro trucks were almost unanimously crawling about at twenty mph like someone's granny was driving them. It makes sense to be cool on bridges and overpasses since those were partially frozen but there was nothing to it on the streets.
I was saying things like, "Excuse me, sir, but do you think it would be possible or realistic to convey your vehicle somewhat more expeditiously."
Ed: that's not what you said!
Nope
Even though driving like old women on streets which weren't even icy, a couple of those cowboys still managed to crash into each other. If Texas ever converts the rodeo to internal combustion, it's not likely anyone will survive.
The VA Colonoscopy Class was handled well since it must suck for Dahlia, the nurse who likely has given the class hundreds of times previously, but she was friendly and professional about it.
We'll go for the quick punchline on that since I didn't know previously what type of sedative is used for the procedure but today that was identified as (drum roll) Fentanyl. My first thought on that stuff was it kills every junkie who touches it but Miss Dahlia assured the class there's a one-to-one assignment of nurses to test subjects so there's constant monitoring of how everyone is doing.
At first I questioned the proscription against driving back to the Rockhouse but not anymore.
Since all sensible people hate snow, how about Aruba?
She's a Cuban dancer and if she's not hot enough for you, I've got bad news ... it ain't ever going to happen. They dance like maniacs through their show and then head straight to the clubs to dance some more. Only the young and highly-energetic will have even a faint chance of keeping up with these girls.
Who's ready to go? Aruba's temperature doesn't drop below about 82F and doesn't go all that much above it either. There's a pleasant breeze which never stops and that's generally the vibe all across the island. The visitors are highly cosmopolitan and the airport in Oranjestad accommodates aircraft the size of a 747 so they fly in from all over Europe.
Maybe impressive to you is their commitment to conservation since fully one third of the island is a state park. They could make bank giving that land over to hotels but they don't want to let it become like Miami Beach.
Apart from one highly sensationalized murder, there is very little crime in Aruba and they call it 'One Happy Island.'
When they have incredible Cuban dancers plus two-dollar blackjack, what's not to like.
Ed: think snow!
Learn to love your snow shovel, huh? You already know the two words for my reaction.
Yevette is sick and couldn't go out there to share the joyful experience and I'm sure she would have enjoyed the bitching on the way back. All these monstro Ford trucks are out there and they're Heavy Duty for some extra macho. Those HD monstro trucks were almost unanimously crawling about at twenty mph like someone's granny was driving them. It makes sense to be cool on bridges and overpasses since those were partially frozen but there was nothing to it on the streets.
I was saying things like, "Excuse me, sir, but do you think it would be possible or realistic to convey your vehicle somewhat more expeditiously."
Ed: that's not what you said!
Nope
Even though driving like old women on streets which weren't even icy, a couple of those cowboys still managed to crash into each other. If Texas ever converts the rodeo to internal combustion, it's not likely anyone will survive.
The VA Colonoscopy Class was handled well since it must suck for Dahlia, the nurse who likely has given the class hundreds of times previously, but she was friendly and professional about it.
We'll go for the quick punchline on that since I didn't know previously what type of sedative is used for the procedure but today that was identified as (drum roll) Fentanyl. My first thought on that stuff was it kills every junkie who touches it but Miss Dahlia assured the class there's a one-to-one assignment of nurses to test subjects so there's constant monitoring of how everyone is doing.
At first I questioned the proscription against driving back to the Rockhouse but not anymore.
Since all sensible people hate snow, how about Aruba?
She's a Cuban dancer and if she's not hot enough for you, I've got bad news ... it ain't ever going to happen. They dance like maniacs through their show and then head straight to the clubs to dance some more. Only the young and highly-energetic will have even a faint chance of keeping up with these girls.
Who's ready to go? Aruba's temperature doesn't drop below about 82F and doesn't go all that much above it either. There's a pleasant breeze which never stops and that's generally the vibe all across the island. The visitors are highly cosmopolitan and the airport in Oranjestad accommodates aircraft the size of a 747 so they fly in from all over Europe.
Maybe impressive to you is their commitment to conservation since fully one third of the island is a state park. They could make bank giving that land over to hotels but they don't want to let it become like Miami Beach.
Apart from one highly sensationalized murder, there is very little crime in Aruba and they call it 'One Happy Island.'
When they have incredible Cuban dancers plus two-dollar blackjack, what's not to like.
Ed: think snow!
Learn to love your snow shovel, huh? You already know the two words for my reaction.
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