Right now… I am reminded that I’ve kinda gotten away from this month’s theme. I’m not especially worried about that. I am full of turkey tacos. I am not so full of turkey tacos that a Klondike Bar doesn’t sound good. I am finishing a bottle of Abita’s Andygator helles bock. I am extremely happy… Read More 15. right freaking now.
I got to the Cabaret at Theater Square a little after 5 Tuesday — or about an hour before we were to start our Craft Beer School session. I was relieved to see familiar faces immediately — Father Spoon honked at me as he drove by in the parking garage, and Andrea was looking at… Read More schooled.
We had actually managed to avoid our perpetual “What Do You Want To Do For Dinner” discussion this afternoon; on the way to the annual plant sale thing at Phipps, we decided that we would be grilling burgers when we got home. I’m not sure how it came up, but there was one brief diversion… Read More north side, yo.
As is generally the case, I received a flurry of responses as soon as I posted the announcement that the Fifth Annual Uncle Crappy NCAA Final Four Challenge was open for entries. And as is generally the case, the flurry has slowed. And then I start bugging people about signing up. Here’s one reason why… Read More fast start for faucnffc.
My weekend didn’t start off so hot, but it improved rapidly. And things have only gotten better from there. Despite a rough last-minute assignment Thursday afternoon, I made it to the Tweetup at Pipers. And boy, did I need it. Friday was appropriately lazy. I had planned on skiing, but Snowmageddeon 12 (or whichever it… Read More better and better.
I’m about as not Catholic as you can get, but I’ve always been fascinated with the process of giving stuff up for Lent. I’ve done it before, albeit half-heartedly; this year, I have one that I think could make some difference. Goodbye, vending machines in the office cafeteria. We don’t keep snacks at home. And… Read More machine cuisine.
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