Yesterday was a grease'plosion! A delicious delicious grease'spolision. Along the lines of "hey, 23 year old, wanna live? Like really really live!? Let's do this!"
And you're thinking, Jen, that looks disgusting. To which I would answer:
a) yes. It is. It's french fries, fresh cheese curds and gravy.
b) Canadians love it!
c) If you order it at Duplex, it looks all sexy n' stuff, honest.
Just a little half order. To justify, you can say, well.. it's like you ordered fries, and then a cheese and gravy sandwich. Somehow, that makes it better.
And, then, around 10 p.m., we made scotch eggs.
Egads! A scotch egg is a hardboiled egg, wrapped in sausage, breaded, then fried. We did it all homemade..
a) Fairly easy to make!
b) It's super comforting food! Like if breakfast came in baseball-sized portions.
c) Yeah...
Today, it's all oatmeal and apples and seaweed and slaps in the face. Promise. Yesterday, truly, was epic.
Saturday was a trip to Duluth! Unless you work in the service industry, people move a bit slower in Duluth.
a) Hi lake! Except when you swallow people, I likes ya!
b) Got up to do a couple of guest sets. Yes. I am trying stand up. I have some jokes. I need to write more.
c) I improved! Second guest set went fairly well. First guest set, I heard the drunk guy on stage left whisper "transsexual". What? Fine.
d) Met one of the most terrifying people. A very very drunk 23-ish year old 6'4" blonde tattoo'd infant of a man with military training. Who wanted to tell the stand ups how awesome they were by yelling and slapping them hard on the shoulder. And then getting horrifyingly quiet for about 30 seconds. Jesus.
We ate breakfast at Uncle Louis' and headed home. (Some guy wanted to win the "Hey I'm gregarious game!" here. Super jovial, his whole family basically surrounding me, but got almost offended when I tried to talk back. Let's play the gregarious game! Nope, it's a one man show. Sorry.. jerk.)
Ended up hosting Sunday Funday Double Team at the Spring Street, which was fun, until I was reminded about that whole not-being-23 thing again.
Note: If you do stand up, people might want to buy you shots. They think it's fun. It's really not. Really really not. Please eat some seaweed.
Happy Wednesday, friends! :)
Onward.
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