A mysterious package arrives.
A variety of seafood-flavored items explode out — a little preview of late October, courtesy of my sister, Hillary, who’s living in Thailand. Everything, except for some of the cuttlefish jerky, was consumed within the first 24 hours. Don’t sleep on the shrimp chips and hot sauce combo (or squid-flavored peas, or even beer pretzels, good times).
• Happy birthday to Pam this past weekend. Johnny Juice, Marta, Chris Griggs, Lou, Jenn, and I celebrated over drinks and mexican corn. Not just any corn, this crap is phenomenal. It’s grilled with mayonaise, kojita cheese, cayanne pepper, and lime juice. $2 at Habana Outpost.
• The next day, Jenn and I met up with Steve Nghe, Will Hall, Frank, and a few others for a painful (location-wise) Midtown Dallas BBQ experience. Good to see everyone, but no way it’s going to happen again in the center of all that is Midtown.
• On Sunday, Jenn and I met up with Marta and Pam again in the main fields of Prospect Park. Luckily, this was before my rear hub spontaneously stripped on my bike, hopefully we’ll be back in business within a day or two.
100% custom Schwinn in Midtown.
• A quick work-related mention: one of the largest projects I’ve worked on has reached fruition (last Thursday): bam.org. Represent BK.
All quiet on the southern front.