Tonight I finished off the last of my mom's Christmas present, thus bringing an end to my quest that began so many months ago. I didn't make any big deal out of it, really, and as I consumed the final few chips from the last lonely bag, Joss Whedon and Nathan Fillion were keeping me company as they provided commentary for an episode of Firefly. All is not lost, though, as just last week I was given hope for future acquisitions of Fiery Habanero Doritos: I was given a bag that was purchased at Wal-Mart near my work. I suppose it figures that of all places, it would be that bastion of capitalism that finally offers me a solution. So here's hoping they have 'em in stock next time I'm there.
Last Friday we went to the Brass Rail again with Jon and Sarah, where my perpetual challenge to myself is to eat all the food that is presented to me. I used to not be able to do it, but now I can put down the cottage cheese, breaded mushrooms, quarter of a quicken, and onion rings without breaking too much of a sweat. I can't do the toast, though, but they say it's good to have a goal...
Afterwards we played some Wii on Jon's parents' massively gigantor TV, which was one of those projector dealeys on one side of the room and a huge screen on the other. I'm not kidding, Wii Bowling was more lifelike than Minnehaha Lanes. We made some cookies too, thanks to a nice valentine's day gift from my wife's dad, and I got to wrestle around with Jon's dog, Zac(k?). I don't want to own a pet, but I do like enjoying them when I'm not responsible for them. :)
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Good thing you had the sweet cookies after some serious salt intake at Brass Rail. The sweetness really does work. Although one might argue that you shouldn't eat food in which you have to consume more food to recover from it. But then they have probably never attempted the gloriousness of brass rail.
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