For tomorrow is the first Monday of the month! Three dollars. Two diners. Go!
You are a sharp group, so it most likely has not escaped your attention that this is not a Thursday Night Smackdown. A Smackdown tonight was really quite impossible, because (1) all the kitchen counters are covered in excess beer and (2) I crammed 10 days worth of cooking into 2 so now I get ...
SLEEP. Dear god, I need to sleep. Does anyone know where I can get some? I can pay for the good stuff. I don’t even need a real mattress or pillow; a big piece of cardboard and a beach towel would be fine.
You want the barbeque porn? You get the barbeque porn. Phase 1.1: Stack ‘em up.