Can someone (ahem Netmom?) please point me to any and all laws concerning the sale of beer at a grocery store in OR? Nodbob (6 months shy of 21) and I went to a grocery store to buy beer, and they wouldn’t sell it to me unless he showed them his ID as well. I was carrying and paying, he was just my ride. Are they going to start refusing me beer when I have my kids with me?
I think it’s cuz he has a bitchin’ mohawk.
Evidently, he hasn’t forgotten Oak Ridge, he just wanted to spend time with his friends in Charlotte…
According to the Oak Ridger, which is pretty much where all my stuff comes from, the Oak Ridge Mall job (the one, if you recall, that was supposed to be torn down by now) was too mighty a job for a Chattanooga boy, so he had to hook up with CORE Properties for a little bit of help. Hopefully, their web presence isn’t an indication of their redevelopment prowess.
So, it looks to me that Arnsdorff whined and moaned about Oak Ridge courting other developers in order to cover up the fact that he didn’t have the funding to do the thing. Course, the article now says that we shouldn’t expect any major work done on the beast this year.
Man. I still fail to see how this huckster got to where he is. I mean, sure, old ladies are easy to rip off, but to pull it over the Atomic City? Damn. He’s good.
Last night I had a dream about She Who Shall Not Be Named, Usurper of the Box Tops.
For some reason, I was at her house. I’m thinking it was a field trip, or homework assignment for MastaG. Things between she and I were quite strained at first. Then she began talking and I realized that she’s actually quite nice, just painfully shy and unable to converse easily with others. I told her what people thought about her and suggested she get out more often so as not to seem like such a bitch. And then we had icecream.
I also had a dream that we sent Pigpen to some weird daycare thing, where they had lots of computers. When we went to pick him up, AT tipped the daycare worker with a couple hits of acid. Bos and Eaves were there, too, but sans kids.
Blogs can be bitchy, gripey things, and me being the crusty bastard that I am I tend to enjoy venting frustrations. I like calling people in power things like hinky bastards, drunken primates, and porcine fornicators, and except for some exceptions I’m more just attacking the positions they are in, and maybe their ability (or lack thereof) of performing those duties.
However, there are times when we all get together and hang out, and last night was one of those times. If you missed the Council Night Out (which I can understand, as it was advertised for crap), you missed a good time. It was completely free, which is the best price of all, and had food, games, prices, portolets, and Mayor Bradshaw displacing water in a dunking tank and being a great sport with the kids.
Pigpen, MastaG, and I rode in the Oak Ridge Electrical Dept cherry picker up to the top and had a nice view of town, which looks pretty good from that distance. We saw a few politicians, and even resisted the urge to pants them (even Dave Clark).
All in all, it was a great time, and I say thanks to whoever was involved in setting up it, except the bastards doing the music. The massive earthshaking speakers playing top 40 (lyrics like “Shit nigga shit, nigga nigga” are full on grammy material, and completely appropriate for the situation) could have been gone, and I would have had a bit more fun.
C’est la vie.