Highlights from the weekend include: stopping by the farewell 'do for the lovely and talented McVentrils at Federal. Well-wishers seemed to be coming and going in waves. Sarah and I were there in the earlier parts of an evening that I'm given to understand went on quite late. Well, it's tough to say goodbye. Actually if you've had enough Dead Guys it's tough to say much of anything. But you'll be missed, McV's. Best of luck tearin' up Large Southern Metropolis. I'll have to try and remember to email you a couple of restaurant suggestions from my occasional travels thru LSM. Federal was preceeded in the evening by pizza at the always tasty Brixx (or Brixix, if you prefer, as I do). Really, I've never had anything less than perfectly delightful pizza from Brixix. Last night we had the wild mushroom and the quattro formaggio (that rarest of things, a dish with sundried tomatoes that I actually like). The only downside is that, like so many eating establishments, Brixix appears to have been designed to guarantee that it will always be ear-crushingly noisy, even if the place is half-empty. I know carpet and such is hard to keep clean but, c'mon... would it kill you to put something in there to damp down the sound?
Today: a bit of weed-whacking and Round-Upping; a bit of shopping; some laundry was done; some CDs were reviewed. On my way to XDU for music staff I stopped at Cook Out for a watermelon milkshake (only available in July and August) and a bacon-cheddar hot dog. Okay, the Cook Out burger may pale in comparison to the Shake Shack. But the bacon-cheddar hot dog kicks the ass of the Shack's Chicago dog. The unadorned dog is probably not in the class of Gray's Papaya. But... it's covered in bacon. And cheese sauce. Altho I think if you eat more than one a week they automatically schedule you with an appointment at the cardiologist.
To wrap up for today, I'm making chicken stock. (and writing this...)