I've got to keep this one short and concise- for the big Euro '08 Final is getting started. I got a reprieve this morning and was able to be lazy and not get out the door until after 10:30 while still getting in around 19ish miles. I wasn't sweating much at all, as the heat and humidity were far below normal for this time of the year. I called it at about 2:05. I've got my money on the Germans but I expect an exciting match and judging by the pregame dancing Mozarts and Enrique Iglesias concert, they've pulled out all the stops for this one...
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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