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April 29, 2000 |
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Pam and I didn't have any firm plans for today. She
got out of bed before I did and let me sleep for a while. It was afternoon
before we decided to get a late lunch. We debated the vast array of places
where we could go for nourishment. We had the familar debate of which
restaurants are within walking distance and which ones we could drive
to… Did I mention that I have a distinct distaste for the Seattle
parking situation? Call me old-fashioned , but I kind of expect business
to have parking for their patrons.
We finally decided to go to Dixie's Barbecue. It is on the
Eastside, so we had to drive there. Not that I mind driving, as long as I
can find available parking. Dixie's has exceptional barbecue. It
is kind of a funny place. It was formerly a garage. The propietor, Gene
Porter, is a former mechanic and owned a shop. He would occasionally do
his barbecue for friends, families, or special occasions. One day he
decided to open up a barbecue in conjunction with his mechanic shop…
right next door as a matter of fact. Eventually he closed the mechanic
shop and stuck strictly with barbecue. It's very good barbecue, but unless
you're familiar with the history, it seems a bit strange that the location
is a garage.
Pam and I get a couple of the sandwiches. They're
the ones with the shredded pork and the hot link. We also had the potato
salad and the lemon cake. The food was exceptional.
I know that I've mentioned the hot sauce before… the sauce that is
better known as The Man. To say that the sauce is hot is simply
understating the point. When first sampling this sauce, an instinctive
reaction may be to bite your tongue with the sole intention of severing it
cleanly off. That may stop the pain. Meanwhile, you'll try to
scrape the remaining sauce off your tongue while your eyes water and your
body is glowing and radiating heat.
Gene, the propietor, happened by and offered some of the sauce to us. I
politely declined. Pam was willing to try it. He
dipped a toothpick in the sauce and handed it to her. She was in
immediate pain. I went to the bin of peanuts and fetched some for her;
they help in putting out the heat. She was feeling it for the rest of the
day.
Since we were nearby, I wanted to get some more memory for one of my
computers at home. I was going to start using it as a server and I thought
I may put more memory in it. We stopped by ComputerStop and priced the
memory and shopped around a bit. Neither of us found anything else
appealing, so we simply got the memory and left Okay, not entirely true,
we both would like LCD screens for home, but they're still a tad too
expensive.
We shopped around another store across the street. We looked around a
little and Pam decided to pick something up.
Once we got back to her place we were in a bit of an amorous mood, so we
frolicked around a little. I could enumerate all the nasty little details
about what we did and precisely how we did it, but this is a family web
site.
At some point she grabbed a shower and as she went in, she said something
about wanting to make some coffee. Now, I'm not a coffee drinker, but I
know how to make coffee from years of waiting on tables. Granted, everyone
makes their coffee differently, but I had been paying attention. As she
was taking a shower, I prepared her coffee the way she liked it… except
that I didn't use enough coffee grounds, so it was a little weak. She was
touched and impressed.
I tinkered around with her computer a bit. I installed the network card
that I had picked up for her the day before, since she is eventually
getting DSL. The network card was a breeze to install. I had installed a
number of them before, so this was not a big deal. I also tweaked some of
the settings on her computer. I know, much more than you wanted to know.
April 29, 2000