hooba changes his underwear

greetings fellow fashionistas,


hooba here on a rare thursday night to regale you with an update from mediterranea. the weather is precisely why we live here. granted it's only two or three days a week for me lately but nonetheless outstanding for the end of summer. with football now part of the equation hoobas' thoughts drift to fall and the anniversary of his birth. should any of you care, and if the good lord is willing, he'll celebrate another year on this tiny orb in a couple of weeks. hooba would prefer you hoisting a cocktail or beer instead of showering him with expensive gifts as he's already got a bunch of crap that he can't even begin to find a home for. hooba's not sure he has a home even though he owns property in different counties and has a swell little dive here in the wilds of the gorge. he'll let you know when it happens.


it's not often that young hooba decides to make a major change in his attire and as most of you know shorts are always the togs ju jour, so it was with some reluctance that he took the advice of a fashion consultant and decided to change his most personal attire. seems that boxers are not the choice of the metrosexual crowd anymore as they have been replaced with boxer briefs. hooba is anything but brief but took the leap of faith thinking that it couldn't hurt. although painless, imagine his chagrin when standing at the urinal today as those said briefs were on backwards. routine being what it is as we get older he was ready to relieve himself when low and behold he was confused when access to the plumbing was denied by the very fabric that makes these boxers brief. he thunk surely a design flaw but upon further inspection hooba realized that indeed the accessory he was most accustomed to with the antiquated version of boxers was on his backside. hooba never gave much thought to what change might bring but rest assured he was not happy. if hooba's mom were here she would have put his name in the appropriate place to avoid confusion. the old days whence young hooba wore no underwear at all seem better suited versus a fashion faux pas. perish the thought mi amigos. should you like to weigh in on the topic please do so but please be brief. you knew that was coming.


while practicing his third person hooba would like to remind you all that we shall close early sunday for a catered event here at the restaurant. hooba don't do politics but when money is involved he will be the businessman he should be. at 2 O'CLOCK we'll be hosting a fundraiser here for the duration of the afternoon and evening. since politics and religion don't mix here at hooba's what better day to have something like this than sunday? hooba ain't tellin' ya who to vote for rather he would encourage you all to vote. at this point he's leaning toward the duo with that hot chick from alaska. think about it. what says "america" more than teen pregnancy and gun totin' governor? that's a joke. when it's all said and done hooba will continue to vote third party in hopes that at some point in the future we will have a legitimate third choice. if nothing else watch football while realizing that we still live in the greatest country in the world. china might have won more gold but we won more medals. who invented the swiffer? you get the picture.


there is a menu change in the air here at the restaurant. many of you wonder why we don't advertise the pulled pork sandwich on the menu board. much like advertising itself don't you all think it better that the regulars should know more than the first timers who wander in off the highway thinking that we have french fries or ranch dressing? things won't change dramatically but there will be minor adjustments. if you need a reason to go elsewhere rest assured we'll provide it but as you all know the food here is pretty good although the service a bit suspect. would you want it any other way? the hillbilly smoker has potential for more as some of you may have experienced when john smoked the wings last weekend. dare to eat steak.


hooba will sign off by giving a shout out to our friend paul "the fearnicator" fearn as evidently he aced the 17th hole at orchard hills this past week. had hooba not himself had a hole in one in his golf career he might be envious of the accomplishment. good for you paul. hooba will say that a hangover is no match for the adrenaline rush you get when holing a shot on the links. the next one's on me my friend. thanks to rick and mary for visiting this past weekend and our friend ailona for bringing her crew up for golf and dinner. the beauty of this place is that it knows no boundaries and other than the fact that the proprietor has his moments it tends to be rather accomodating. we continue to encourage the best customers and the coolest people in the neighborhood to drop in anytime. lest we not forget that the JAYHAWKS are still NATIONAL CHAMPS and the football team is off to a fine start. tune in at 4 pm saturday on fsn to see for yourself. for those of you who wonder why we have no oregon flag hanging out front get real. do you live in oregon? if you do why not get a university of nike flag and maybe we'll consider putting it out with the jayhawk and washington banners. until our next chat i will leave you with this--when i die don't bury me down in that cold, cold ground, just cut me up and pass me all around--thanks to john prine and all of you. be well and happy.


hooba the abstractor


this weeks dinner winner is molly m simms