The Saddle Rack may ride again. This was a fine country western bar (really more of a gymnasium that served drinks, had line dancing and the mechanical bull) right near our house that was razed to make way for a housing development that has yet to come. My hockey coach Andy is one of the guys trying to get this going and for his sake, I hope the new location works out well. Ride on!

In other news, our mortgage guy thinks he can shave $600/month off our gigantic house payment. At first I was able to contain my excitement but now I'm sitting here imagining what we could do with an extra $600/month. Home remodeling, a new car for Andrea, pay off my debt, hookers, strippers, finally open the meth lab I'd been dreaming of as a side business, bumper stickers for everyone I know, a round of drinks at Coconut Willie's, porn, a new car for me. The possibilities are endless, though I'd probably just pay off my fucking debt and be done with it.