Why am I denying it . . . this has turned into a full-fledged music blog. Not that I'm complaining.
I can't believe it, but last night I was talked into seeing Al Green on Saturday. Who the hell is Al Green? And why does he cost $146 for two tickets? That's the price of a very nice suit at Moore's. Or a couple of cocktails at Globe.
And then Monday it's Strunz and Farah, but between all that I may have to audition for a classic rock group. As a lead stringer! (pun intended).
Food. I WILL blog about food, I promise. Just no particular projects in the works at this moment in time . . . but no doubt it will involve shrimpies. But I want to graduate to lobster . . . just the killing and cracking that gets in the way. I want it all to be clinical -- classic denial syndrome.
In other words, someone else will have to cook it. And crabs. Crabs are always good.
Except when they're down there. (NO THEY HAVE NEVER BEEN DOWN HERE THANK YOU VERY MUCH)