Number Two Hundred and Eighty Nine:
Mekong, Dinner, Spicy Crispy Chicken
So in lieu of Mekong's month-long anniversary party every Thursday (I went to one, but was too non-crowd oriented to do the rest), Lisa and I went tonight. A funny thing over the past month or so, when we go to Mekong we have been seeing Mr. Jazz and Mrs. Jazz pretty much every time. Sometimes we would sit at the bar with them and chat it up. Always a good time when chatting and drinking with them. Tonight was one of those nights. After drinking some fine Great Divide 16th Anniversary on tap and some dinner, I took this seek and find 'stache. Mr. Jazz was naturally dubious, thought I was a crazy dude, "It's your thing, man, do what you wanna do." I guess a guy like that will never understand the absurdity of this blog, doesn't have time for that, but then I took another one with him in it and he was all smiles. And as I draw toward number 300 soon, that may well be one of the missions of this blog was about ultimately, to bring some absurd humor to anyone that might read it. Jazzstache!