LSU Sucked. The Saints sucked. The only thing that saved my sporting weekend was a 1-0 victory Chelsea managed over Liverpool at Stamford Bridge. Granted it was a boring game, but just the same, I feel like I managed to salvage something from my team sports this weekend.
Now, onto other subjects.
Friday was an interesting evening in the Big Easy for Archibald. I was in my alter ego because the Fiddler decided to ditch me at the last minute (I'm sure he has a good reason, whatever her name may be) so I headed out to the Kingpin solamente Archibald.
Being an ostrich all alone in a bar is nothing new to me, and on this evening, I immediately met a lovely woman named Lisa who also happens to be a multiple-published illustrator. We jumped in to a discussion about the publishing business and I, the only ostrich in the bar, managed to make friends with a bunch of the patrons.
Archibald scored, by the way, but I won't bother the blog with the details. You'll have to catch me after a few cocktails to hear the details.
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