Go Fish Galvez

Well, we made it, but not in time for dinner.

Ceiling decor at the Balinese

It all started late on a Friday afternoon, a summer afternoon after work. Me and Crump (yes, I know, Mrs. Rune, it should be “Crump and I”), my old high-school buddy and very first roommate, found ourselves breezing along some highway near downtown Big D (little-A-double-L-A-S) in her old tan quasi-beater Buick, windows rolled down, wind in our hair, eager to start the weekend off right.

That’s when we first began tossing around ideas for that evening’s dinner and thinking about possible venues. (What, cook at the apartment? And have to serve the cockaroaches, too? Surely, you jest!) Read the rest of this entry »

Balinese Room logo

Deep in the South of Texas not so long ago,
there on a crowded island in the Gulf of Mexico.
It didn’t take too much money, man, but it sure was nice.
You could dance all night if you felt all right, drinking whiskey and throwing dice.
And everybody knows it was hard to leave.
And everybody knows it was down at the Balinese.

“Balinese,” ZZ Top, Fandango!, 1975 Read the rest of this entry »

Considering the litigious state of our ever ethically diminishing society these days, I guess I’d better clarify one point before we move any further.

See that real pretty picture up top in the banner, the one showing the nice clear turquoise water? Well, of course, that’s nowhere near Galveston. [Note: This post refers to an earlier WordPress theme that I used for this blog; the picture in question no longer appears here. Still, I very much like the phrase "scum-sucking pigs," especially when used in reference to lawyers, so I left this post in even after I took the picture out.] Read the rest of this entry »