April, 2010
April 28th, 2010
Operation Stop Being a Fat Fuck Continues
One of these days, I want to weigh myself and see some Biggest Loser type weight loss.
Over the last week, the running has slowed down quite a fit The knees and shins needed a break. Instead of a long run over the weekend, I did an hour on the elliptical on Saturday. Then I didn’t run until Wednesday. Despite the lack of exercise, Operation Stop Being a Fat Fuck continues to methodically plug along.
Another week done, another pound lighter.
Starting weight: 215
Last week: 211
This week: 210
Goal (maximum): 205
Goal (ideal): 195
April 28th, 2010
A Snapshot of My Eating Habits
On Monday night, I stopped at Walgreen’s and Dominick’s. Here’s what I bought:
Guess which one I ate first?
I actually tried to resist the Giant Chewy Nerds, but once I tried a couple, I had no choice but to eat the whole bag. They’re like Nerd-covered jelly beans and they are delicious.
In fairness to me, I ate the sweet potato for dessert. And I had an avocado and some beet last night.
April 28th, 2010
Dark Lord Day Was Hell
So let’s start this post off on a positive note. I’m not a beer drinker, but I’m a big fan of Three Floyd’s. They’re a small family-owned company that’s been putting out an apparently top-quality product for a few years and they seem to have a great attitude about it all.
Now, some background. Every year, Three Floyd’s hosts an event called Dark Lord Day. On that day only, they sell an Imperial Russian Stout known as Dark Lord. It’s got the consistency of motor oil and is consistently praised by beer snobs as one of the best brews in the country. This year, after my trip to Munster a couple months ago (covered here and here and here), FAQ convinced me returning to that fair town for Dark Lord Day would be a good idea.
So I followed 3 Floyd’s on Twitter and managed to snag a couple of golden tickets, one that I passed along to FAQ and one which I kept for myself to get a few bottles to give away as gifts. What are golden tickets, you ask? Well since Dark Lord has gotten so popular and there is a limited number of bottles, they have the limit the number of people who can buy it.
Mmmm.....Donuts. Not pictured: 3 others
After a stop at Munster Donuts for some really delicious donuts, we parked and got in line for our beer at 12:30. The line was long.
I don’t want to go off on a long rant here, so let me give the short version. About 5,000 golden tickets were handed out. The ticket allowed people to buy up to 4 (later reduced to 3) bottles at $15 each, including tax. Only cash was accepted. So an easy to calculate dollar amount and no credit cards and 5,000 purchasers. Given those numbers, what’s the longest the line could possibly take? If you guessed something conservative like 2 hours, you were not even close. We did not get out beer until 5:15. How is that possible?
This was, without question, the most poorly run event I’ve ever been to. I don’t like saying that because, as I said before, I’m a big fan of the way the company operates. But for reasons that cannot be explained well, there were two lines for Dark Lord that merged into one with no oversight. Making matters much, much worse, the merge occurred in a heavily trafficked area that included some port-o-potties on one side and tables where cups of beer were being sold on the other. And that, my friends, created quite the clusterfuck.
As absurd as that was, the lowlight of the day came when I attempted to walk the 8-months preggers KD to the brewpub so she could use an actual bathroom rather than an overflowing port-o-potty. There was, of course, a huge line of people, many drunk, waiting to get into the brewpub. We walked up to the 3 Floyd’s dude who appeared to be in charge and I indicated that big fat pregnant woman just wanted to go to the bathroom.
And the dude said no. The dude said she had to go stand in line behind the hundreds of people who were waiting to get in to drink and eat. The dude knew she was pregnant, even congratulated her on the baby; even tried to bond over their shared red hair. I asked to speak to a manager, thinking that I would find someone with a modicum of common sense. Dude told me he was the manager and that the fire marshall said they were at capacity. But dude was full of shit – if that’s what the problem was, preggers could have waited for one person to leave and then run waddle in and make pee pee.
I just realized I didn’t mention the food line. I was actually looking forward to the food. At Chicago Gourmet last fall, I was surprised at how well their sausage and homemade mustard stood up to the competition from much more highly regarded chefs. But after waiting in the food line for well over an hour (again, two lines merging = clusterfuck), I secured a lukewarm albeit very flavorful sausage, some excellent pickled cabbage and a piece of nearly stale white bread.
In short, a day that I was really looking forward to turned out to absolutely suck. If I go back next year, it will just be to hang out. I will not stand in line for beer. I will bring a smoker.
April 28th, 2010
Move Over Phoenix Gorilla
There is a new undisputed king of NBA mascots. His name is Bango and he lives in Milwaukee.
