July 23rd, 2007

hat of doom.  9/9.

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I have met euchrid, finally. He wins.

Think Johnny Cash + Crocodile Dundee but able to debate the relative merits (or lack thereof) of HackMaster and Transformers: The Movie.

Plus I guess he and madolan get along, which is a nice bonus.

ENJOY CALI AND VEGAS, YOU BOZOS!
Grillin

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In addition to Sunday's soiree with peeps from various countries, lots of other things happened.

Friday we (barely) went to a brewer game.  Some schlub hauling gas on the highway decided to exit his semi face first, causing a 2+ hour delay.  We got to Miller Park circa the 5th inning, by which time they were out of the bobbleheads (got a raincheck) AND out of the chorizo (got a bratwurst).  Then we got our asses handed to us by the Giants.  So, Friday was ass.

Saturday was way better.  After some useful errands and a very useful bagel, I went to the grocery store to check things out.  It was a victory for all times.  Items on sale included fresh strawberries, ground check, whole tenderloin, and limes.  If you're not a nitwit, you know what happened here.  As many of you are in fact nitwits, I'll spell it out for you: made some classic margaritas-on-the-rocks, a blender full of strawberry margaritas, some giant fuck burgers (season with worchesterfordshire, butter, garlic, and bread crumbs), and that giant tenderloin of justice.  So Saturday was a definite victory.

Sunday the baseball team finally one, then the aforementioned foreigner dinner occurred.  Also a success.