After tomorrow, there are no 90s in the weather forecast.
We went to Smashburger in Madison last night. Burgers and fries were good, but nothing that left a huge impression with me. I’ll go back for another one to evaluate again. They have Cholula on the table. It was $36 for the four of us. Staff was courteous and appropriately attentive. Eventually they’ll have beer, but they don’t yet.
Ron Palillo has died at 63. RIP, Horshack.
Tried Samuel Adams Porch Rocker. It’s a better fruit beer than their Cherry Wheat or Cranberry Lambic, but it’s still not really my thing. I like a little subtle lemon, like in their Summer Ale. The Porch Rocker is like beer lemonade.
I’m on my third Blu-ray player in the living room. My Sony quit recognizing discs. I replaced it with a cheapie LG that stopped receiving from the remote. Now, it’s a cheapie Samsung, which is the brand of the player in the study and the only one I’ve bought that still works flawlessly. It’s not like I’m using these things in an extreme environment. What the hell?
LSU has removed Tyrann Mathieu from the team for what is presumed to be an ongoing drug problem. That’s too bad. I’m sure he was eager to repeat his BCS title game performance. Heh.
I don’t encounter many regular perfume wearers anymore, and I guess I don’t have much of a perfume “file” anymore either. Mom wore Chanel No. 5, which means it can never have any alluring connotation whatsoever. Marie wore Ysatis by Givenchy. I went to school with a woman who doused herself in Poison. Lea wears Beautiful, which was one of my favorites even before we met.