well, that pretty much sucked. but the beer was good, the food was good, and about the third quarter this guy named dan sat down next to me and we shot the shit about movies and such. dan is a firefighter, and his brother is billy, as in billy’s sports bar. nice […]
in my dream my phone was on fire and on my bed and i put it out with my sheets. i napped for an hour. now it’s time for football. i wanted to stay asleep, but i have more important things to do. they involve beer and pigskin.
was tired before. not tired now.
want to be tired.
my winds are unpredictable.
***
when he lies in his bed and the 3:27 train to someplace else rolls by three quarters of a mile away and his brother in the top bunk silently beats off to unseen fuck fantasies, he relaxes his jaw and puts his bottom […]
okay, i have sufficiently calmed down. so the story is, nearly a year ago i posted to chowhound about eating in ann arbor, a large chunk of which was a love letter to le dog. just now i opened up my email to find:
From: chef jules
To: erin podolsky
Subject: Veal Tarragon
Erin, Just stumbled […]
OH MY GOD OH MY GOD OH MY GOD.
chef jules from le dog emailed me.
OH MY GOD OH MY GOD OH MY GOD.
le dog>*********************************
apparently i missed a chance to interview my man brendan haywood today. grumble. grumble grumble. pr chick didn’t call me back. grumble. grumble grumble.
but it’s all okay.
because.
tomorrow.
is FOOTBALL SATURDAY.
[insert hardened marshmallows here.]
it occurs to me that it’s kind of strange that 830p comes before 1130p but after 1230p. when […]
