conversation and hennessy

I have returned to work not entirely willingly from the Best Weekend Ever, part 3409! Friday night, we had the Bum Wine Tasting. The concept was based on the fact we’re nowhere near pretentious enough for a wine tasting, but bum wines are just funny. As were the food pairings; we had things like fried Spam served in a tin ...

also, two cans of redi whip

DUDES! I keep forgetting to tell you I’m back. Seattle was legendarily awesome, of course. I’m going to write about it in ye olde travel journal so I’ll save the details, but here are some photos. Also, I’m having Colleen and Steve (and their cats, I suppose) kidnapped and forcibly brought to live here. Don’t tell them; it’s a surprise. ...

with my mind on my money

This is shaping up to be the best week ever. Tuesday night, Matt and I decided to make it a date, so we went to Harry’s for dinner. It was so good we both died a little; my caesar salad was a heart of romaine chopped in half, dipped in the dressing, grilled til it was charred, topped with a ...

three down!

Hey, I’m back! So, the 3day did not quite go as I expected this year. I figured my time would probably come, considering I’ve had virtually no problems at all for the past two walks. This time, I was the fallen homie. A couple nights before the event, I started having some pains that I tried to disregard as nothing ...