Anonymous asked: Do you have any potluck disasters you'd like to share with us?
Oh man, besides the previously noted invitation to a potluck dinner hosted by the crusty punx that lived in the Batcave squat overlooking the Gowanus Canal no real disasters to speak of.
There was that one long weekend in Chicago for the wedding of some friends who were to divorce a short time later where we got to town on July 4th which is when Chicago turns into Downtown Fallujah for a day and a half—seriously, like people lighting off mortars in the street; these fireworks are not meant for everyday household use—and nearly every single meal we ate was taken at an outpost of the Midwestern sandwich franchise Pot Belly. The weekend also coincided with 07/07/07 which was also Mrs. Disgusting Things I Have Eaten’s 33rd birthday and also when we ate a bunch of Chicago hot dogs at some shack in a parking lot and then caught Soul Asylum, Cracker, and Cheap Trick for free in Millennium Park but had to leave once they started in with “The Flame”.
Also notable was the chasm between the older members of our party who were bummed that Soul Asylum only played songs off of Grave Dancer’s Union and the younger members who were only familiar with the songs off of said album.
