Tuesday, November 30, 2004

Happy St. Andrews Day

  • Single ladies, I hope you slept in the nude last night. Actually, you should do that every night -- eve of Scottish holiday or no.

  • Last night my wife finally let me go to Buffalo Wild Wings -- a pretty self-explanatory chain restaurant/bar in the shining inner ring suburb of Roseville (go Raiders!). I love me some Buffalo wings.
    Inside was your basic bar motif; the walls were lined with televisions. I was persuaded by the bartender to forgo a pint of Heineken in favor of a 23-ounce glass of Budweiser for $2.75 (£1.49, or €2.07*). When we sat down, I noted that Alan Jackson's "Where Were You (When The World Stopped Turning)" was blaring out over the speakers. My wife put her head in her hands.
    "Hey, hey. Look," I said, pointing up to one of the televisions.
    They were airing Fox News.
    "This place sort of represents all that we aren't," my wife said.

  • Here's an understatement: His attorney says Lenhart used "very, very bad judgment."

  • Poetic justice is served in Milwaukee.

    *Thanks a lot Bush administration.
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