F.S. Player: Betsy

(an older picture of Betsy and Myself, me with more hair, her with less engagement ring)

After the Marathon to Memphis Drive, I was lucky to have a place to crash. I walked into the tail end of Betsy's Cinco De Mayo Party/Dog's Birthday party. Cinco De Mayo is to the Afternoon what Christmas is to the Morning, there really isn't a different time that you can celebrate either one of them. If they should run longer, then all the merrier, but starting Christmas at night time? Cinco de Mayo in the morning? That's just crazy talk.

As it was I pulled up at the end of the party, post-Coronas, post-Taco Bell, post-Ceremonial viewing of Nacho Libre. No matter though, for there was still playing on the main screen in the house, the one and only Guitar Hero. Guitar Hero, for those not in the know, is the Greatest Video Game since Super Mario Cart. And most any true Guitar Hero partier will steal a line from pool players and swear that they are better once they've had a few beers. Not that it matters for in everyone's mind they are that Guitar Hero digitally rocking it out onstage. It definitely earns two thumbs up from this guy right here.

As for Betsy, between the drive for me and the Cinco de Mayo party for her, our conversations were brief, and uninteresting, so I won't bore you with her praise and adulations of how awesome I am, as I'm sure y'all already know that.