The weekend was uneventful, perhaps a calm before the impending WirksuStorm (being tracked in realtime by our Doppler9000 Storm Track team). On Saturday evening Spacebee and I did a late dinner at Tornado Room, and then hit the hookah at The Casbah for awhile before meeting Meg at The Main Depot. Curiously, the Depot was packed to the brim with older, alumni-looking folks. Also, Bret Bielama. That makes 4 times. It was one of those nights where I wish I had a camera in my house to capture myself at 2am. I’m pretty sure I was speaking fucking Sputnik.
Yesterday morning we had brunch at the Westside Businessmen’s Club with spacebee’s family, which prompted my over and over question of “Can Eastside Businessmen join this club, or what?” Later in the day, we drove down to Racine to have dinner with my family as well. Dad made a risotto with chicken stock, grated Parmesan cheese, asparagus tips, and julienned prosciutto. Holy moses it was good.
And that, as they say, is that. This week will be one spent in quiet seclusion leading up to Friday’s Brewer Game and The Weekend Where Wirkus Comes To Madison. Should be fun. Er, on a bun.