The weekend flew by: Friday night at the casino, Saturday night with poker and UFC, and Sunday night with Big Dinner™. And thus we arrive, safe and sound, on the Monday of Thanksgiving week. It used to be Whazzgiving but history is writ by the victors, and that special alt-holiday has now fallen by the wayside. Spacebee and I will go on the Midwest World Tour starting on Wednesday, and we won’t be back until next Sunday so get yer fill.
Spacebee’s been having some frustrating work shifts, and I pissed her off by blowing out of town without telling her on Friday, so I endeavored to make it up to her last night by making an skrillion-course meal. I figured once she was incapacitated by food I could whisper sweet nothings in her ear, gaining her forgiveness. So I did appeteazers including the Mushroom Puffies (half order) and Pita Chips n’ Hummus, followed by an apple cider-brined, mesquite-smoked pork tenderloin, roasted butternut squarsh, and asparagus and prosciutto risotto. Finally, I made a homemade chocolate chip cookie pie with ice cream. I am happy to report that my girlfriend was rolling around on the floor due to her fullness by the end.
Wednesday = snow forecast = BOO!
Finally, I found a neat-o web site today called Walk Score where you can enter your address and find the ‘walkability’ of your neighborhood. The scale goes from 0 (need a car for everything) to 100 (you can easily live there without a car). My current address rates a 72 out of 100, which is classified as ‘Highly Walkable’. That sounds good to me, because I’m going to list my Tahoe on craigslist.com soon to get rid of it. It was the single worst decision of my entire life, and I am going to try to rectify it if I can. So, uh, anyone want a 2003 Tahoe for $10,000? Hit me up, I’m dealin’.