Last night we went to the local pub for some food and drinks. I had a Black and Tan, which I hadn't had in a long time and I'm not really sure the point of them. It made me either want just a whole Bass or a whole Guiness. I also ordered that staple of pub food, the "basket of fries," which was more the size of a boat, and as WM noted, looked as though it ought to have a sail in it. It was recently brought to my attention that Canadians put vinegar on the french fries instead of ketchup, which sounded good to me, so I asked the waitress for some vinegar for my fries. "What, is there special friench fry vinegar? Do you just want balsamic?" Yes, that's fine I said, even though I think what I wanted was white vinegar. Anyway, she came back to the table with a tiny cup of balsamic vinegrette dressing. Ah, Jersey. Although, I will admit, it actually tasted pretty good! Best condiments for fries: Pianos. I'd be happy to tell you what they were if I could remember (It was my birthday, alright? I was drinking champagne!). G, do you remember? In more french fry news, our friend Jen from high school introduced us to tartar sauce on french fries, which is really good. She'd always ask for tartar sauce with her fries at McDonalds or Burger King and make the person working really confused.

So tomorrow night at Mercury Lounge is Weird War. I have no idea what to expect from this current incarnation of Mr. Svenonious and friends. Judging from the picture, something just plain bizarre. WM and I figured he must have some entertaining take on the whole Reagan thing, so maybe we'll yell "Reagonomics!" and bait him into one of his famous diatribes. I'm going dust off my handheld taperecorder just in case. Here is my interview with Mr. Svenonious from last year.