We depart tomorrow morning for a fabulous weekend in Cleveland, ostensibly to watch the Indians and the Pirates. We — meaning Uncle Crappy, The Wife, HP and the Drunk Dude — have tickets for Friday’s game, and the ladies and I may go to the Saturday game as well. DD will be out of commission… Read More baseball. hot dogs. apple pie. and beer.
A question, via Yahoo: “Does A.J. Palumbo serve beer?” Hm. I can find no information about Mr. Palumbo — you’d think the website of Duquesne University would at least say who the guy was, since they went to the trouble of naming both a gym and a business school after him — so I have… Read More helpful.
There’s been a lot of stuff I should have been keeping track of in the last few days, but as I noted before, I’ve been pretty tapped out, from both an inspiration standpoint and an energy standpoint. So as I am wont to do, I offer you the patented Uncle Crappy Catch-up Synopsis: * The… Read More housekeeping.
Oh, we did well this weekend. Ethel, who was expecting a quiet birthday dinner with Fred, Uncle Crappy and The Wife, was very surprised and quite pleased when she came around the corner and saw 15 friends waiting at the table in the Arena District Buca. She was even more pleased when she found that… Read More ass, kicked.
@ When a group of citizens gets together because they’re concerned about something, how come they can’t ever come up with a better name than “Concerned Citizens of (Insert town name here)?” @ Punkin Ale from Dogfish Head is the best pumpkin beer I’ve ever had. @ And I intend on having several more. @… Read More thoughts.
I haven’t been doing such a hot job at regular posting lately. I’m choosing to blame football, which kind of sucks a big chunk of time and energy from The Wife and me every week: Sunday is tailgate recovery, and for me, work. Monday is kind of an autopilot day, mostly because we’re still both… Read More my tail has been gated.
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