By the time it had firmly taken root in my face, the cold threatened to ruin my entire weekend. Yes, I had to cancel some highly anticipated plans, but there were others that simply couldn't be missed, namely: Buckshot & Bordeaux at the Pacific Rod & Gun Club (Clark Gable used to shoot there!). I'd found out about B&B through dapper new friends I met at the Asterisk Magazine Issue Release Party earlier that week. There is nothing on earth that could have kept me from skeet shooting and charcuterie, ghurl. No-thing.
Needless to say my eating and smelling and hearing senses were impaired, which, yeah, was both pseudo dangerous on a gun range but was mostly just kinda sad what with all that delicious food around. Additionally because I'd taken Tylenol "Severe" Cold (which had no effect on me whatsoever; I thought that "Severe" meant it was actually going to work this time), I couldn't booze it up too hard because of the mythical liver damages. I kept asking people nearby how much they believed in liver damage caused by acetaminophen and wine mixing. Conclusion: difficult to say. I decided - to my chagrin - to play it safe. Life always seems shorter and more precious when you're ill, right?
Regardless I was able to make my way through all seven courses, including some zingers like these here quail legs:
1. Move away from families carrying snot on the train.
2. I hate shooting guns.
3. I love food.
4. It's difficult to know how much liver damage one can get from mixing acetominophen and booze.
Use these lessons wisely.