Is there anything more pathetic than native folk dancing?
I mean, except for infants, lacrosse, and light beer. And of course — Sheldon Adelson.
Those horrors aside, I fail to understand any conceivable reason native folk dancing should still exist anywhere in the world in the 21st Century. When did these idiotic dances start? The 1600′s?
Folk dances are a ritual as outdated as hunting for dinner with a spear. Accordingly, since it lacks any real purpose, I want it banned. Native folk dancing should be against the law. Not just here in America, but worldwide. These dances must stop.
Writer’s Note: Eighteen days and nights in New Orleans have ended. Looking back, here are some of of my fondest memories from this most recent stay:
At the Bourbon House in New Orleans
Short Story #3: Why Women Shouldn’t Be Hired as Bartenders
I’m convinced that most women make lousy bartenders.
There, I said it.
It’s been a week since I received any nasty hate mail. And a month since I got a death threat. So that last comment should trigger a flood.
Yeah, I know. My caveman attitude will piss a lot of people off. But I’m right.
Women simply have no business behind a bar. They should stick to working as cocktail waitresses. Period.
Starbucks makes strong coffee. I love strong coffee. So, I love Starbucks.
Quod erat demonstrandum.
But Seattle, we have a problem.
Your pastries suck!
This morning — make that this afternoon, which is when I finally rolled out of bed — I ordered one slice of “cinnamon swirl coffee cake.” Big mistake! The cake was so mushy, I couldn’t eat it. It was like the cake was soaked in milk and then left to stand all day in its miserable sogginess. Disgusting!
I find this to be an outrage!
Sometimes, someone else’s needs are greater than my own.
— Mark “Old Bear” Hughes
You probably don’t know Mark Hughes and that’s a shame. Trust me. This is a man you want to know.
Mark Hughes, a.k.a. “Old Bear” is one of the rarest of people. I don’t agree with a thing he says or believes in for the most part, politically or spiritually speaking. But I enjoy his company immensely and look forward to seeing him each time beyond compare.
A few nights ago, we dined together at world famous Dickie Brennan’s Steakhouse, in New Orleans’ French Quarter.
Before I tell you more about that experience, allow me to let you in on how I came to know “Old Bear.”
Like me, Mark is a member of the BARGE poker community. BARGE is an eclectic group of a few hundred individuals from all over the country who gather annually in Las Vegas (and elsewhere) in order to play some poker together. But the real mission is really to drink, dine, socialize, and reconnect with old friends — and make some new ones. CLICK HERE TO LEARN MORE ABOUT BARGE