While most of my endeavors on Saturday amounted to little more than a string of unmitigated failure, not even I could screw up Kramarczuk’s sausage and fresh-baked rolls. It marked the first use of the grill at the new place, which should be a nice addition once I figure out a good way to light the porch. Inexplicably it has no place for a lightbulb and no outdoor outlets. I’m thinking a gas lantern might be the best bet actually.
Anyway, Saturday started out promising enough: the weather was unseasonably pleasant and promised a glorious fall afternoon, while Sam and I made an unusually timely arrival to the Surly brewery at shortly after 12:00. However, we were greeted by a line of daunting length, and only the first 700 would have the privilege of purchasing 6 bottles of their freshly-released imperial stout for a mere $100. I immediately thought I detected the familiar aroma of failure, but as we were there on others’ behalf as well as our own, we felt we should stick it out. Turns out that was a poor decision. An hour later they ran out and we were still maybe a couple hundred people back in line. On top of that, we were now too late to make it to Key’s for breakfast before it closed at 2:00, and had to settle for breakfast at Uptown Bar instead — not a complete loss as the food was tasty (as usual) and we hardly had to wait for a table.
I rushed home immediately afterwards to get ready for soccer, just to get stuck in traffic on 94 (stupid road construction) and arrive at the field 40 minutes late… and find that no one was there. At this point I gave the day up as a bad deal and took a nap in the grass, enjoying the sun and smell of fallen leaves. (I got home later and found that our organizer had changed the location via an email sent at 11:30, just after I had left the house.) Rejuvenated, I naturally headed to Surdyk’s to grab some stout and Kramarczuk’s for some french apple sausage and smoked brats. Best decision of the day, I think.
