The whole drive south I felt like a guy in one of those romantic comedy B movies who thinks he’s about to finally reach the Promised Land with the female lead. As they work their way into her apartment building, up the stairs and into the apartment, he’s shedding clothes as they pick up the pace, finally hopping on one leg and falling into the bedroom as he removes his pants. That was me all the way south; as the thermometer rose I was stripping layers. Once I got into Georgia I just wanted to find I-95 and get to the Promised Land as quickly as possible. When I reached Jacksonville Friday morning the sun was shining and it hit 65.
I pulled off 95 in St. Augustine and found A1A – the coast road – stripped off another layer, and traded my driving shades for the Ray-Bans. God it was a beautiful thing for the next couple hours just cruising along the Atlantic with the windows down and a Montecristo burning.
More recommended road music: Omar and the Howlers, and the Rambling Dogs.
Speaking of music, go hear the Prowlers at the Ace of Clubs on Great Jones Street next Saturday night, January 23rd. I don’t know who’ll be on cowbell, but I promise you a fun night.
When I wrote about recent great meals I should have mentioned the whole wheat pasta, pea plant and garbanzo dish Hankster prepared for Doc and me. While we all agree it would have benefited from a sauce, it was still very tasty. Plus, I never knew anybody ate pea plants. Turns out that actual peas are too indulgent for the Hankster.
NFL playoffs: Hey, I was three out of four today. I should have gotten ‘em all. I can’t believe I picked the skanky Cowboys. I hate picking teams I don’t like and then being conflicted about who to root for during the game. Good riddance to them. And how about them Jets? They may be a team of destiny, but even if they aren’t I love the way old Rex has them playing. I believe Woody was also 3 for 4. I’ll make next week’s picks in a couple days.
With luck, the movers show up Tuesday and I’ll be an official Floridian.