Saturday, August 19, 2006
Another American Moment
With Karen gone to Oregon, I went to a Gringo bar, ordered a couple of reposadas and the first burger I've had since I left SC, and watched the 3rd round of the PGA. OK, not the immersion experience I hoped for, but for an hour or so it fed my Chicago-born soul. But the high point of my day (so far), a loud country song piercing through the restaurant chatter: It's Hard To Kiss The Lips At Night That Chew Your Ass Out All Day Long. Oh God, the writer in me ached to have written that lyric. The fact that a lyric like that exists all the proof I need that life is worth living... and for the time being, worth living in San Miguel.
# posted by goots @ 4:14 PM 
