The littlest cat, Bear, that I'm watching right now is pretty cute. She's huddled up on my shoulder like a parrot, and aside from smelling like a cloud of farts, she's okay.
Yesterday was one of the better nights I've had this summer. And that's a pretty good statement because this has been fairly decent summer.
Kyle and got an early start at Hot Doug's, arriving around eleven.
There were some slight showers when we pulled up.
This was the end of the line. I think we waited forty minutes. It's always worth it. The guy behind us was talking about how to boil a frog - giving credit to Gore Vidal for coming up with the metaphorical story or whatever. Then he started talking about how the government watches what you use your credit card on so for instance if you buy a lot of booze with it, they'll see you as a risk and your credit score will be effected. Kyle and I just talked about designing a cologne that smelled like beer. Then he told me there was already one out that smelled like fast food. We also came up with a checklist for datable girls. They have to be able to drink beer and not own an iPhone. Other than that, I can't really remember.
You will also notice no one in this photo is holding an umbrella. I don't want to say omnivores have stronger wills, but they do seem to be more in tune with the earth.
Finally.
Ever wonder why the line is so long to get into Hot Doug's? Because of assholes like these that just sit there and talk about NPR or D.I.Y. projects long after they've finished their hot dogs. (I realize the glare on the window makes it nearly impossible to see the people, but trust me they are not eating anything).
Bummer.
I went with the Catalonian Pork sausage. It had safron roullie and some 12 year old cheese. Pretty much the best thing I've eaten since I moved to Chicago. On the right, is the starter dog. Just a simple grilled hot dog with tomatoes and mustard.
This is a cross-section of the Catalonian Pork sausage.
Kyle went with a Jalapeño dog of some sort. The cheese was infused with jalapeños and I think there was also some jalapeño sauce. I had a bite and was impressed. I like Kyle's eyes in this photo. You can really see the intensity. We sat next to the windows where all the customers waiting in line stand, so they would be forced to watch us eat hot dogs. A group of little 10-12 year olds were waiting in line, so naturally Kyle and I ate our dogs with little regard for manners. The kids were psyched and took our pictures with their blackberry phones.
Later that day, while at work, I burped and could still taste the sausage. It was amazing. I ended the night by having some drinks on Kyle's stoop with some friends. Some girl came and joined our group and told us that she doesn't sweat or throw up. I hate when girls can't own up to being human. No one was psyched on her. I woke up with no trace of a hang over and went to work for three hours. Then my boss said I could go home which rules because I have quite the load of homework.
Whoever responds first gets a free hot dog from Hot Doug's from me.
Oh, shit. Also, Kyle talked to the Doug and it turns out if you get the Hot Doug's logo tattooed on you, you get anything on the menu for free for life. Kyle just got a job and has guaranteed that he is using his first paycheck to get the tattoo. This kid rules!
Okay. Homework time, kids.
Adios.
Don Pedro
