Nothing of note happened this weekend. Well, I did do a shot of Goldschlager. That's something that a) I haven't done in about ten years and b) wasn't my fault. Let's just say that cinnamon schnapps are not the best chaser for a big buffalo chicken sandwich with fries. And a dozen Coronas. I think it might have been the Coronas that got me in trouble. It also made dinner at Aigre-Doux the next night probably a little less enjoyable than it should have been, but that might have been the middling service. Food was tasty though. Maybe a little over priced, but tasty.
This is like three years past being cool, but does anyone need a gmail invite?