OTB- no wagering, please

In other parts of the country where there are multiple horse racing tracks and few good places for Tex-Mex food, OTB stands for Off Track Betting. My friend Joyce got me into the decidedly Texan habit of using these letters as a shorthand for On The Border.

It's Sunday, and with Dad out of town, I called Danny to see if he was down for a few beers. It's March Madness right now. I have no idea when that crap started, nor do I know how much more there is to endure, but the effective playoffs of college basketball have the unpleasant side effect of cluttering up some otherwise pleasant bars with loud basketball enthusiasts.

That's what made OTB such a great idea. It's a beautiful day, and they have a killer patio. There are a few televisions mounted out there, but they have the sense to mute the otherwise obnoxious volume. I had to select yet another garment that hid the stupid looking sunburn I'm wearing around today, but otherwise, it was a very nice way to spend a few hours. We had some margaritas instead of the typical beers, and we ordered some appetizers. It was kind of funny. Dad never orders food, and we always have beers with him. He is a very consistent person, and margaritas + food would have screwed up the whole formula. It's probably best that he's at Jeff's house in South Carolina. 

That's it for now, though. I'm debating having a nap prior to making this week's updates to my classroom webpage. I may do just that. 

Anyhow, here's a photo of Dan and Laurie who came out to enjoy some quality patio time with me today: