Irish Car Bomb

OK. I ripped this photo off from the District, because it cracked me up to no end. Irish Car Bombs are the BOMB!

Smell the Glove!

So I found out Monday that I'm on the company softball team. Problem being...the only glove I own broke a couple of years ago.

So I rolled out to Dick's Sporting Goods and bought myself a nice softball glove -- something that should last me at least a decade of weekend warrior stints out on the mall.

Something I hadn't done in decades was break a glove in...luckily, like riding a bike, once you learn you never forget. I remember getting my first glove with my father, oiling it up, stuffing a ball in it, and wrapping it tightly. I remember my father telling me that I'd have to wait at least a week for the oil to work its magic before I could use it. The torture of the delayed gratification is probably something analogous to telling a released prisoner to go to a whorehouse and take his time.

Oddly enough, I remember my father telling me that I had to store the glove under my bed -- probably his little psychological ploy to keep it out of sight and out of mind. Didn't work. Like picking at a scab, I'd open that thing up every night and marvel at the metamorphisis taking place.

I think I'll have more restraint this time -- I don't even need to keep it under the bed.

Broken Fridge

Ever have your refrigerator break?

Ever not notice that it broke for a few days?

...yeah me neither {sigh}

PS: Why is there a "d" in the word "fridge" but not in refrigerator?

Take me Lord -- I'm ready!

Does Solly's offer this and wake-hosting as some kind of funeral preneed package?

Cost: $3 + the cost of the wake

http://www.usatoday.com/news/offbeat/2008-05-04-beer-coffin_N.htm

Getting Home

I make my way back to the airport and get there one and a half hours before my flight. It takes me a full hour to get from the Metro station to my locker to the terminal and to the gate. I got there with barely enough time to use the restroom before we boarded.

The flight was long (8 hours) but not too bad.

I'm happy to be home.

Museum of Ham

I stop for lunch at Museo de Jamon (The Ham Museum!). I have bocadillo de Jamon (Ham sandwich) which is just a crunchy bagette with a thin slice of ham. But the ham is incredible!

Madrid Metro

The Madrid Metro is a lovely system. It's clean, timely, and has television!