We cast our nets to hold on fast
On the occasion of
spatch's birthday, we ordered a ton of sweet ribs and pulled pork and chicken and brisket and butter crack cake from the Smoke Shop and continued our unofficial tradition of cinematically visiting different eras of New York with James Goldman's They Might Be Giants (1971). I gave him an IOU for his on-the-way gift of Lola Montès (1955). My anniversary T-shirt had finally arrived from the UK, so I opened it ceremoniously for my unbirthday. We had to deal in the afternoon with something of a literal person from Porlock, but after dark we got out to view the progress of the GLX, which is beginning to look eerily real. Some year, perhaps again a Burns Supper.



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I am glad you got to have large heaps of smoked meat and a movie.
P.
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I shall tell him!
I got lost in the menu of the link to the restaurant. Historically, barbecue places have not been friendly to my weird dietary needs, but I could eat there.
Oh, that's cool. I hope the world becomes such that you get the chance.
And they say what is in things! It's so civilized!
They have never onion-poisoned
I am glad you got to have large heaps of smoked meat and a movie.
Thank you.