He spent yesterday morning tromping around an organic farm in the pouring rain. The farm is run by some organic farmer dude who knows some of our old organic farmer friends (that would be old friends, not old organic farmers) and his workers are patients in a mental hospital or juvenile delinquents or both (I have to admit, I was not listening so closely as S rhapsodized), and they are going to be supplying vegetables to the restaurant.
Next week he gets to see the Buzzcocks.
Now all he needs is a viable sous chef and a weekend day off, and his life will be perfect.
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The Buzzcocks are going to be playing in Chicago while I'm there in a few weeks. I keep asking myself -- should I go? Should I go?
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