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I never thought it would come to this, but I miss my razor.

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Because who am I without a coupla cans for the night.

Saint Arnold Brewing Co. Houston, TX

Tarnation - Unreasonably Strong Ale.

9.0% abv

Apparently Texas’ oldest craft brewery.

Two good things about this $6 investment. 1) it will be expensed and 2) these will be consumed sans pants.

All I have to do is pack, wait for a text message, and drift off into blissful sleep before my flight home tomorrow.

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For those keeping score:

Dead Kegs: Mass Appeal, Bombshell Blonde, Tejas Bock….

So this is how we do it…

Ghost In The Machine.

For the record, this is above the door to the patio…

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This is ‘Bertha’ as they call her here at the track. She had a good life. Not my problem to fix her, at least not yet.

Another few hours and we should have successfully completed a 3,000 KVa electrical transformer bypass.

That is unless this thing blows up.

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Whoever bet on…”the generator that can run the building, took a shit last night”…is this morning’s lucky winner for the Fuckery.

So now no simulcast will happen today. Closed for business.

Let’s set the over/under for how many people still try to get in and place some bets.

+/-45

Wednesday

The service technicians are here, there’s a new part that is being worked on, there are (2) more additional 55 gallon drums of new oil, there are (3.5) 56 gallon garbage cans filled with the never actually been used oil.

The stage is set. The lights are not on yet.

We’ll see if we can get this done before 10:30 AM for simulcast racing. That’s when all the degenerate gamblers show up. Or maybe it will be after 10:00 PM after closing.

Who wants to bet on what Fuckery is about to happen today?

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Wednesday

The service technicians are here, there’s a new part that is being worked on, there are (2) more additional 55 gallon drums of new oil, there are (3.5) 56 gallon garbage cans filled with the never actually been used oil.

The stage is set. The lights are not on yet.

We’ll see if we can get this done before 10:30 AM for simulcast racing. That’s when all the degenerate gamblers show up. Or maybe it will be after 10:00 PM after closing.

Who wants to bet on what Fuckery is about to happen today?

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Funny how…

…the bartender looks at you and gives you the side eye when you ask for a glass of gin, and a splash of tonic. C’mon Stevie, I thought we had an understanding here.

I’m not quite at Winston Churchill levels, and just glance in the direction of the vermouth for a martini. But, I’m very close to it.

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Well, here we are. There’s a problem, and I can’t do anything to fix it. That is except now stay another day in Houston.

Maybe we can get a new part installed tonight? Maybe we can get new oil pumped into this POS.

Maybe isn’t an option.

This place opens up for simulcast tomorrow at 10:30. We need to be done before then.

Desperately in need of a stiff drink, multiple stiff drinks.

Just when I thought we recovered from last week’s fiasco. Blammm!!! Kick right to the nuts.

#shit mixed

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And here is when the day turns to complete shit.

All the wires are terminated. The guys were tightening some things up, and a bolt broke.

Now the transformer is leaking oil, again. Scramble mode to get things fixed. All the service tech companies are busy and cannot handle an emergency.

Live racing starts Thursday, the Grandstand building currently doesn’t have any power.

Shit.

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The Truth of The Matter…

Part of me feels rather guilty for not solving any major problems while I’m working on this project.

Last week was 4.5 full days of babysitting, and the only issue I helped resolve was broken pavers. This week will be 2 full days of babysitting, and there’s no power here anyway.

Plus, we (Corporate) took this over from the property and hired a GC, to babysit. We are doubling down on the babysitting. Not to mention an Electric Company that really knows what they’re doing out here.

I feel guilty that I haven’t done much of anything and next month will be paid a large invoice.

I guess that’s what large corporations do.

I might be feeling this way when I do this all over again next year when the (2) new transformers are installed.

Not to mention next month or so, when I start flying to San Antonio to dig into what those problems are.

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If beer counts as nourishment, this is my first of the day.

Long Ass Monday, was long. I’m hoping Tuesday will be better.

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This here daily motivational calendar has been spot on all last week, and now today.

Not so much the months when I wasn’t traveling.

Monday Morning. Earth Day. My father turns 80. And my week is looking really good right now. Although last week we were in good shape until the wheels fell off. (Or more like the o-rings didn’t fit).

Might not need to extend my trip.

Might need to divert up to MI, but we’ll see.

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It’s been a Helluva Day at Sea.

There’s been numerous cocktails since SLC.

My sister went into the hospital last night.

My trip might be extended here in Houston.

Or I might be diverted to swing up to Michigan.

What turned out to be a routine gall bladder removal surgery is going to be more.

My BIL can’t handle doctors, or sick people, or facing the truth.

Looks like my sister has pancreatitis on top of gall stone(s)? Just can’t get the truth out of him.

That’s 7 for a Sunday, I could write more but what’s the point. I’m just going to get some dinner, some more drinks, and maybe the soothing reality of boobs. That is before the onslaught of lurks behind Monday morning.

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Sunday Lunch at the SkyClub at SLC…

Carnitas.

All the pork goodness of a slow roasted and juicy hot pan of carnitas.

If I can be slightly critical, they were a bit salty, and not that much burnt and crispy ends. However, this isn’t the Pilsen neighborhood of Chicago. It’s fucking Utah…and they have carnitas…on Sunday.

#certain foods I’ll make exceptions for

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And just great…

These 3 Asshats are on the plane going to SLC. Let’s all just hope they can STFU for an hour long flight. Or if not, hopefully they aren’t seated near me.

#i need a miracle #Sunday travel

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Sunday Morning, 7:05.

On the road again…self service bar just opened.

There’s 3 older white men who clearly don’t know how to use their indoor voice. Plus, it’s “espresso” … not ‘expreeso’ dumbass.

JFC - they are talking about football and trades. Shit, I’m going to have to hear everyone hashing out the best trades, and all that business all week long.

Just because nobody in your group has acknowledged what you said, doesn’t mean you need to repeat it again and louder. They are less than 2 feet away from you.

#Sunday travel sucks #I really hate people #except you #you’re just fine with me #and you too

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Haven’t said this in a long time…

Just finished my first 50 hour work week in more than 10 months.

Finished up at 4:19 PM on 4/20. Nice. Don’t mind if I do.

#thankful that I still get paid by the hour #maybe soon I can just get a day rate