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.