It's snowing outside.

And I hate it.

My house is too far from downtown to walk to work every morning, but too close to hop in the car and find a parking spot anywhere much nearer.

So my pants are absolutely soaked through right now, owing to the bike ride up windy, slush-coated 11th street. Yuck.

I feel like I have something more important, or at least more interesting, to write today, but I'm struggling to recall it. I don't really think it had much to do with the alcohol I drank this weekend, however Saturday night's slogan was: "You and the Cap'n make it happen," which is kind of interesting.

And no, I'm not talking about that Cap'n (Though he is delicious).

I guess I'll just finish with a few observations from this weekend:

• Just when you think you've had the most awful service that any restaurant can possibly provide, it gets worse. Avoid Kabuki at all costs; if you like being treated even slightly like a customer, that is.

• Duffy's has a soccer team. I think I'm going to defect from the Bricktop to join them. I suppose that's minus 50 scene points, but oh well.

• Drunk football games with Ben Walter are one of my favorite things ever. Walking home in the wind with no jacket: not so great. But I really feel sorry for the guy in the tanktop who was sitting behind me. Nice wardrobe choice.

• I had eggs for breakfast on Sunday for maybe the first time in two years. I can still taste their cholesterol-y goodness, and I want you to make me eggs tomorrow to infinity.

• Burning your fingers in a campfire accident really, really hurts.

• There needs to be more restaurants downtown. I've eaten at all of them, way too many times. And I mean really, why would a a restaurant even want to exist anywhere but downtown?

• Korean is such a beautiful language to write.

• Choices II: The Setup.
  

That's all that I can really think of right now. My pants are still wet, and Thanksgiving is on it's way. I'm generally content, but I want more time and I want it to stop snowing.