That's where I've been all weekend. Well, not really. Just seems that way. There I three things that will guaranfuckintee me a solid (?) couple of days on the crapper. 1) Chili, even my own concoction. 2) Lots of beer. I always drink plenty of beer, but I'm talkin' LOTS OF BEER. I did that this weekend. 3) Thai food. I could eat Thai food every night. Larb, Massaman, Tom Kha Gai...I could eat that shit every night. I love Thai food. But Thai food doesn't love me. Wanna guess what was I had to eat and drink this weekend?
That's right. Copious amounts of chili, beer and Thai food. And the occasional trips to the crapper are actually less frequent than I anticipated going into the weekend. What with the three points of the Bermuda Crapper Triangle on the menu. They are my own personal Axis of Evil. Except I am willing to engage in negotiations without any preconditions, unlike our current regime. I mean administration.
For those interested in this kind of thing, I made the chili (see yesterday's post), Gia's sister made the Thai food (better than any Thai restaurant I've been to) and the beer was made by the glorious beer elves that reside in the land of hops and malt somewhere over the rainbow. They work tirelessly to bless us with their sweet nectar. Oh thank you beer elves! We love you!
You know who else spent the weekend on the crapper?
The New York Mets.