This week Jordan and I have started meeting consistently to get some work in. I think the quality of my efforts has been alot higher and the runs go by amazingly quickly. My plantar fasciitis is flaring a bit but I've started attending to it and I think I can staunch the issue. I was sadly unable to take advantage of the Dump the Pump promotion from CART. I had played with the idea of trying to take it up to OKC and hit a bar but it would have taken like 90 minutes and I didn't want to drive myself and I was sort of engrossed in painting the house. Story of my life. McNellie's is sooo tempting but just a little inconvenient. They have pint nights on Mondays and $3 burger nights on Wednesdays- I'm of course going to push for an epic carpool for breadsticking. I can't imagine too many people can bitch and moan about quality beer and burgers (as Pepe's and Himalayas were heavily pooh-poohed). Things are good right now but I really need a bit more income. If you're reading this my hourly rate is $50...
That would be the theme for last night's outing to OKC with der boys. The trend of feeling off continues to overwhelm and I can't help but chalk it up to the "smorgasboard effect." Contemporary wisdom tells us that fusion is all the rage and who am I to blow against the wind? At some point however, I think that can lead to an assemblage frought with gastronomic peril and, worse, something that gives little Scotty D a tummy ache. Cue the scene, we had put down a few stouts and pale ales prior to departure from Stu's. I, of course, was lauded for my incredible driving ability over the perhaps 2 mile route to Cheever's. Upon arrival we ordered a couple bottles of vino and some apps. I think this is where the trouble began. The first combo would be the Malbec/Hummus/Fried Calamari/Pinot combo only to be outdone by the proceeding Merlot/Nacho/Pecan, Chocolate,& Ice Cream Ball conglomeration. Stu knew something was up and opted for a jog back to the house where ...
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