Doggy Do Good

Thursday night I headed out to Simon's to meet up with M. Lady, Player with Words and another SAICer that I never gave a name so's we could get our glogg on. Problem was, of course, that it was super duper crazy stupid busy. So we aborted the plan and headed up to Farraguts instead. Farraguts, in what I can only guess was an effort to compete with Simons, also had glogg. But as multiple members of our party agreed: Farraguts' glogg tasted like grape juice and cough syrup...and there weren't any alochol laden raisins and almond bits at the bottom nor were the drinks served with ginger coookies. Still, it was a good last bar night out with a few gal pals.
On the way home we met Aurora the dog. I was so smitten that I let the rest of the party leave without proper goodbyes so I could talk to Aurora's gay German owner more/play with the dog. I want a dog. Oh well.

Glogg Time

Glogg, officially, gets its groove going the day before Thanksgiving. I, officially, get my glogg on as of this past Wednesday. The boyfriend and I met up with M.Lady, Mousehead and She-Who for a few rounds of mulled wine with hard liquor, almond slivers and plump juicy raisins.
This all went down at Simon's.
This was the antique store nearby.

Chorizo Burrito!

Last night two different predominantly but not exclusively writing groups got together in the Andersonville area. Some were playing video games, others were drinking wine and putting bowling balls on their heads. Eventually the two groups met up at Simon's Tavern and had some glogg...I mean it was glogg time.
Then the two groups merged in the boyfriend and my apartment. We ordered Mexican food from Taqueria El Ranchito and it was gloriously delivered right to our door.
I had a chorizo burrito which was very spicy and not quite as good as the burrito I ate at Taqueria Caminos Michoacan.