For All You Cold-Weather Persons

So. Yesterday, while you people up north were suffering in the cold, watching as the last of eight inches of snow was hitting the chilly asphalt, I was doing this.

I'll interpret, for those of you who are overcome with rage at this image. I'm on a patio at a restaurant. It's almost eighty degrees and I'm getting a bit sunburned. I have in my left hand a locally-brewed IPA and I have in front of me the last five slices of seared Ahi tuna I might slather in a wasabi-mayonnaise mix and then garnish with black beans and corn and such.

Did I mention my sunburn?

Anyone want to come visit? Make your winter reservations now. Hehe.

To the Bone!

So, here I've been in Minnesota for four days, and I've managed to eat twice my weight in various Thanksgiving foodstuffs. I've even been bad and had turkey--that's right, I've eaten meat--and I will again tomorrow. But after that, probably not until next Thanksgiving, if then.

But tomorrow night (Saturday) Michele and I are going to Carbone's in Lakeville for pizza and beer. We have a few others interested in showing up, but here is an open invitation to all who may be interested in and capable of meeting us there. We're aiming to get there about seven, and we'll stay until ten or eleven. Can't stay too late--driving for twelve hours the next day, starting B'n'F'n E.

So, all those in favor say "Aye." Or just be there.