If you ever needed proof of how much I love myself…
These first few pictures are actually from Kansas City before I left for Dallas. And before Slow Trip jacked their prices up from 62 cents for a 34 oz soft drink to $1.14. Looks like they’re doing a good job of keeping the pop stocked, doesn’t it?
Here’s a quick glimpse at The Brad Westmar Show notes we never follow. Yes, this picture was an accident.
Getting into “Elvis mode” on the show.
It was certainly hot in Dallas again. Take a look at the time next to the temperature.
Cooling off with an overpriced margarita at Texas Land & Cattle. My server was kind of cute though. Almost made the prices worth it.
A few night’s later I cooled off with a much cheaper (but still tasty) margarita at one of my favorite restaurants on the planet, Razzoo’s Cajun Cafe. God bless them!
Also had me some of Razzoo’s fried pickles.
I can’t say for sure but I think this young lady is wearing one of them fancy ankle bracelets the judge gives you when he’s scared you’re gonna flee to Canada.
Check out the Bonus Segment from last Friday’s Elvis Death Day Brad Westmar Show. More babbling from The King on stage and we work on our Elvis impersonations. Enjoy!
This site is an Elvis fanatic’s dream. God bless the Mexican Sundial jumpsuit. It’s the one The King wore when I saw him in concert at the age of 6 in 1977. I’m not 100% certain but I believe the guy in the picture on the front page might be Charlie Hodge. Magic Matt take note: Charlie Hodge apparently dressed his main-man, too.
About 10 years ago my good pal, Gery, introduced me to a group of his friends who affectionately referred to themselves as “The Bastards”. Obviously, it didn’t take long for me to become an official member. Sadly, we lost one of our Bastards yesterday: Shawn Frevele.
Although I never had the pleasure of becoming very close to Shawn, I do have a number of memories that I’ve been dialing up since hearing of his passing. My fondest, as silly as it may sound, was the time he and I planted ourselves in the backseat of Tim McLaws’ minivan on the way to St. Joe for a “Bastard Night” of good food, bad movies, and great fun. That evening was full of stories and opinions on anything and everything: from bands, movies, music, concerts, TV shows, games, writing, radio…the list goes on. Shawn would talk to you about anything, and not in a know-it-all manner. He was truly a nice guy…for a Bastard.
The end is inevitable for all of us, but how would you live your life if you knew when your time would be up? I can’t help but ponder this after losing someone I wish I would’ve taken the time to get to know better.
R.I.P. Shawn. Your personality, spirit, and memory will live on through all of us. Forever.