Bailed out of here just before noon today and decided to make a run for our favorite Catfish joint.. Made a stop over in Mesquite to visit one of the old buds and wound up drinking all his coffee while we just kicked back and rolled over a few of the expected tales of yesteryear.. He's going through some pretty tough times and to make things worse, his sled is in the shop getting some recall work done.. After we wore out all the stories, we made our way across the Lake and hit the Catfish store.. They'd just run the trot lines and it was fresh, hot and damn fit to eat.. When I got back to the casa in Irving, I was surprised to see five compadres in my driveway.. waiting.. Seems like someone was throwing a whingding in Mansfield and away we went.. No need to let good tequila go to waste.. Damn.. those Mexican bikers blister paint when they are group running.. When we finally found the house where everyone was meeting, that party was rolling pretty good.. As we suspected, there were enough gringos there, that we saved the day.. The gallon of pure stuff I had brought from Mexico, in December made the Cuervo take a back seat.. When we bailed at about midnight.. (we even missed the table dancing).. my good tequila was empty and the Cuervo was still sitting on the table.. lol.. Good day.. good catfish.. fine fajitas and some other real tasty odds and ends.. Couldn't ask for a better way to end a helluva day and a damn great night.. Your friend in Irving Bill Walker
