Roll up the streets?

Is that the old phrase for a town that shuts down at dark? If it is? Well, butter my butt and call me a biscuit...I live there.

The Not Nice Kid's basketball season started last night and it was exciting. She done good ;-) After the last game we packed up and headed to get supper...it was nearly 9 o'clock and we'd been there most of the day and WE WERE SO HUNGRY! Turns out? Mexican place with bad margaritas but real Corona? Closed at nine. No problem...except the Roadhouse? With good fried stuff and cold mugs? Closed at nine. The steakhouse closed at eight. No where else serves beer....hell, this town may not even have Sweet 'n Low.

We looked at each other...me and some really tired kids and then because they're kids...they got in a shiny red Camaro and drove to town, some 30 miles away and ate at BWW and considered the night a success.

I, on the other hand, stood there and looked around and pulled into whatEVER the hell Hardee's Red Burrito is and had a bean and cheese burrito and took it to the house. It was a good idea at the time.

Who lives in a town that shuts down at nine o'clock? WHY does a town shut down at nine o'clock?

Sigh. It was a school night. These people don't eat at places that serve beer. Did I *sigh* already?

Sometimes, I worry about the day I look around and...no one needs me. No one needs a ride or cash or a clean uniform or something sold for a fundraiser. In my mind...I could go to Clown School. I could go to Culinary School. I could conquer my fear of heights. Hell, I could 
finish all the multiple college degrees I started and....didn't.

Or I could just open a 24-hour den of iniquity. Booze. Loud music. Food at all hours of the night.

Oh, The Places You'll Go!

“You have brains in your head. You have feet in your shoes. You can steer yourself any direction you choose. You're on your own. And you know what you know. And YOU are the one who'll decide where to go...”

Y'all reckon Dr. Seuss was talking to ME? 'Cause I'm pretty sure the man who wrote that? Drank bad margaritas and ate fried food late at night....

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wineandroasts said…
After you open The Den you can run for Mayor because people - even travelers of The High Road -will love you for it.