Happens every year…

Right around this time of year, I always decide I can’t wait until BBQ Fest and head to Leonard’s BBQ Buffet at Main and Adams (inside the Claridge House) for my own personal BBQ fest. It is SO nice to be working in Midtown and have an hour for lunch… ample time to drive to Leonard’s and eat (and stop at home to post about it). When I worked in Earle, Arkansas I had to take a sick day in order to get lunch at Leonard’s. (Note to self: this’ll be one of the posts to remove next time I’m job hunting)

I had four ribs, some smoked sausage, baked beans, spaghetti, and corn. Man was that good. In addition to the food, Leonard’s provides some of the most uninteresting people-watching in the world, as all the businessmen and women in the area file in. God… corporate people are such turds. First you have the suit-and-tie crowd, all looking waaaayyyy too serious, looking like they’ve been constipated for about a week. Perhaps Ex-Lax should put vending machines in downtown office buildings.

Then you have the business casual crowd, looking just as serious, with their neatly pressed shirt tucked into their neatly pressed black casual pants, their cell phone and company ID badge clipped to their belt. You know, I’m probably among the least qualified people around to be the fashion police, but it seems to me that wearing an office ID badge anywhere outside the office is just the height of dorkitude. Unclip the damn thing, stuff it in your pocket, clip it back on when you go back to work.

Actually, now that I think about it, given the proximity to the federal buildings, a lot of Leonard’s customers are not corporate people, but lawyers. And, oh, don’t get me started talking about lawyers, because…

…Um… wait. One of my BBQ Fest tent invitations came from a lawyer. Um… so… lawyers are GREAT! We LOVE lawyers! Yeah!!!

All right, rant over, back to work. In the news at work, one of the mainframe programmers in my department came in second out of over 1000 people in an online poker tournament, winning an all-expenses-paid trip to Vegas and entry into the World Series of Poker. Pretty cool.

I’ll be at the Saucer tonight, in an attempt to turn around the Rapscallions’ recent dismal record at team trivia. Happy afternoon everybody…