Saturday, October 5, 2013

Oaktoberfest In The Dimond

No, I didn't spell Dimond incorrectly. It's actually pronounced De-mond, origins of which are Irish.

It's appropriate that the Dimond has Oaktoberfest because there was once a beer garden in the Dimond at the corner of Lincoln and MacArthur, and a French whore house directly across the street. So, you could get drunk, stumble across the street,  and get laid, all in the same block. Life was much simpler in the 19th century.

NO I didn't drink any beer. It was tempting, but I don't need the calories, it's no big deal, and it's not in the menu plan. What do I need Sam Adams for when I've got Alice B?

There was a guy down at Oaktoberfest with two, not one but, two pit bulls that wanted to kill every dog they saw. And you brought those to a beer festival with thousands of people for what reason? Yet another reason why I avoid crowds at all costs.

There was a lot of fried food stands there.

I went down, and I got out as fast my my overweight ass could carry me. Fuck crowds. Americans can't handle their liquor, speaking from experience of course, and these micro brewers amp up the alcohol content at these beer festival to 9 or 10 percent, specifically to get people good and drunk. Anything over 6%, and I mean, come on.

Geri made chocolate chip, oatmeal, raisin, nut, cookies today, stupendous. I did mise en place for pizza Sunday.

That's it.

Peace,

Make Food/Not War

Food consumption;

Breakfast; 1 savory morning bun, 1 chocolate croissant

Lunch; turkey sandwich w/honey mustard, mayo, lettuce, onion

Dinner; 3 choc. chip cookies, turkey sandwich again w/avocado, onions, mustard, mayo

Exercise 4.5 miles walking





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