Captain Morgan, I Presume?

So all the goofy sans-culottes climbed out of the subway downtown into the winter night air and headed into Pi, a sort of upscale pizza joint. I don't think they were expected but they were welcomed anyway, uniform of the day notwithstanding.

One of the participants was dressed up like Captain Morgan, without the pirate trousers, of course. It's the name of a popular brand of flavored rum. (Never tasted it. I'll have a Carneros pinot noir, thank you.) Pictures of the captain always show him standing in the same pose, with the left foot on the side of a rum barrel. Name your poison.                            

Just Another Commute

Ho, hum. Let's ride downtown on MetroLink again, only this time with bare legs in the middle of January. That'll wake you up better than a triple espresso.

Sponge Bob No Pants

Okay, that was just a hook. This is a bit of mid-winter madness done on transit systems in cities around the world. This is the third or fourth year in The Lou. People do have gym shorts or swim bottoms or whatever - there are certain city ordinances. They hop on the MetroLink train with, um, insufficient insulation for the time on year on their lower halves, much to the amazement or amusement of the other passengers. Some of them pretend that it's just an ordinary day, nothing special.

It ended up at a fancy pizzeria downtown, conveniently located a block from my office. More to come.