We're sitting here at the Fort Wayne Courtyard by Marriott Downtown getting ready to go have brunch with the kids. (Yeah. I know. We don't have kids. Not our own, anyway.) Big super-secret Illuminati meeting up here last night. The prime rib looked and tasted wonderful...but I could only eat half of it due to that feeling of bloating I've had for the last two days.
(I did, however, eat the double-chocolate cake. I'm not that sick.)
Yeah, the old diverticulitis is flaring up. Damn it. So brunch and other meals for the foreseeable future will probably include something high in fiber. What a shitty thing to do to a guy.
Oh, the coffee they serve in the lobby here? Good God. We could pour it into the boiler at the Building o' Secrets down in Indy and have steam for the rest of the year. But once it cools down it is teh awesomes.
PS there is nothing like lying in bed trying to get to sleep and having the post-game fireworks from the baseball field a hundred feet west of you start going off. Yeesh.
PPS if all it takes to make it rain is for me to go outside in a summer tux, I guess I'd better get on that when I get home. Before I get my dinner jacket cleaned and pressed AGAIN. :)
