So sez Bonnie on this gorgeous Sunday morning (fer me, prolly afternoon fer you):
All is right with the world today... we're taking our coffee on the verandah clad only in a tee shirt, checkin' out stuff on the laptop, casually smokin' an Isla del Sol Churchill, and gettin' ourselves in a proper frame o' mind to watch the Beloved Wings beat down the insufferable 'Hawks in about ten or fifteen minutes.
Buck, Enjoy the day and the warmth. Does March in New Mexico sometimes hold late month surprises?
ReplyDeleteIn re: surprises. Yep, most certainly. I've never lived anywhere where March didn't surprise in one way or another. ;-)
DeleteBuck, did I once tell you here my 1965 LSU late-nite-bar-talk "Beware the Ides of March" story? Let me know if I did so won't bore one & all, but if you haven't, it's a classic.
ReplyDeleteI don't remember it, Virg... just off the top o' my head. So: fire away!
DeleteSweet! I'd like to hear the LSU Ides of March tale, too.
ReplyDelete...we're taking our coffee on the verandah clad only in a tee shirt,...
ReplyDeleteMAN! I wish I could get away with that. We have to at least wear some Fruit Of The Looms, or we get arrested in LA.
Sucks, too.
Gorgeous here, too. I mean...REALLY GORGEOUS for early March.
Pay no attention to Virgil. Old LSU fans (like Yours Truly) usually have extremely pitiful stories to tell, that usually end up with "you had to be there." Oh wait! You've already encouraged him.
Crud.
Man...it really is a "gorgeous" day!
We were speakin' o' upper-body clothing, Andy. We also had on a pair o' 501s and our trusty yet holey slippers. And our USS Mason ball cap, lest our head take a chill.
DeleteOK--You asked for it, sportsfans! Let me take you back to those days of yesteryear, circa spring of '65. One of my roommates (from Louisville, he was the reason I ultimately ended up there for 20 yrs,, but that's another long story) had had his black MGB convert TOTALED by his future wife's younger brother so was working part-time as a bartender to make extra money for a new car. His girl-friend would take him to work, but they locked up co-eds in the dorms at 11:00 weeknights in those days, so I had to take him home to our apt when he closed the place@ 0200am. I'd show up about an hour before closing and he'd feed me drinks, etc. One night during the "Ides" I was sitting at the base of the U-shaped bar in an almost deserted place on a weeknight. Two students were sitting nursing their drinks to my right on the right side of the "U"; one staring into space across the bar, his companion to his right sitting with his back half-turned to him at a 45 degree angle staring at the back of the bar. Neither had said a word for about 20 min. Suddenly, appropos of nothing, the guy starring straight ahead uttered out of the blue: "Beware the Ides of March!" After a short pause his companion casually replied almost as an afterthought--without even bothering to turn around: "Yeah, they'll F**K ya up every-time!" I almost fell off the stool, and JW (my bartender roommate) who was at the time moving away with his back to them stopped dead in his tracks and almost went to one knee with a barely suppressed laugh. "Out of the mouths of babes!" (Or drunks,LOL.)
ReplyDeleteYa hadda be there, I assume? ;-)
DeleteI heard some reports that the weather was nice here today, too. Soon, soon.
ReplyDeleteBut not soon enough, I'm sure.
DeleteVirgil needs a blog. He seems to blog vicariously through yours.
ReplyDeleteI've told him that a LOT, Lou.
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