After Work Today...

Well, I dont need to tell you that it is the scariest night of the year tonight. Lots going on but just make sure you are costumed; preferably as a food object. Once in college Legend and I dressed as Trick or Treat. He went in a drag as a hooker, and I hot glued candy to some sweat pants and a sweat shirt.

Let's just say better ideas have sprung forth from this brain, but I had candy to eat for about a year after that and new fat clothes, which paired nicely with my steady diet of Za, Nat Light, chicken fingers, and Skol Vodka. Ohh, and a year later 45 extra pounds and 4 cavities. And at that point in my life, a few complications from eating qualified as a sexually transmitted disease

Other costume ideas are a Lucky Dog Vendor or Ignatius J. O'Reilly. You could also dress up as a baked potato by wrapping yourself in foil and putting a piece of yellow construction paper on top of your head. But please, choose one of those three.

There are a bunch of events going on tonight. Have fun and be safe, kiddos.

Krewe of Boo, uptown.

Widespread Panic Rock and Roll Show at the UNO Lakefront Arena.

A huge blockparty on Frenchmen St. In the words of a friend, its "where all the freaks go." Expect to see Peter there dressed as a side of truffled grits from MiLa.

Or you could stay home and pass out candy. And if you happen to get some candy with hot glue on it, don't worry its fresh.

For Lunch Today...

But first, yesterday, perhaps because of the blog, hamburgers were the talk of the town. I am talking of course about Fr. Tom's afternoon radio show. The entire show seemed to focus on hamburgers. At one point Fr. Tom asked, "Why would anyone order a hamburger in a place like La Petite Grocery?" Well, I think there are a couple of reasons why.



First, burgers taste really good. That alone gives validation to ordering a cheeseburger in a white table cloth establishment. Second, you can tell a lot about a cook in how they prepare a hamburger. Certainly any person with a black Weber Grill, a bag of Match-Light, and some store brought pre-pattied pucks of meat can cook a hamburger. But, when you get a juicy, blushing burger that is cooked perfectly, you can be certain that cook can cook.



Third and most important, each of us remembers getting dragged at some point to some fussy, white table cloth restaurant when you were like seven years old and had a nose full of boogers. You desperately wanted a cheeseburger and french fries, but alas they did not serve that. So, to compensate now as an adult, you can order that delicious cheeseburger with crisp fries. That devilish diversion from dining decorum makes up for those years of punishment.



Last night at the Hornets game I watched in amazement as Mike McKenzie destroyed Hot Dogs like Koboyashi. So today, why not grab a Lucky Dog, head to Jackson Square, and get dem palms read. It will summon your inner Ignatius J. Reilly.