Dragon-force your way to sitting through a show
Last night I headed down to the Fabulous Commodore Ballroom™ to check out the guitar orgy that is Dragonforce.
While I don’t normally plunk down $40 for a single ticket (well, $32.50 plus extortion charges from Ticketmaster. Do NOT get me started), I felt this was a special case. I go to a lot of live shows, but I’m more the $10-at-the-shittiest-dump-in-the-city-and-get-beer-of-questionable-origin kinda guy.
Its odd. Good cooking generally misses one or two members of a family. I bet almost no one has a grandma that wasn’t a completely kick-ass cook. Mine was (well, one of them anyway. Sorry other grandma. I love you to death, but those boulder cookies you made when I was 8 are STILL making their way through my colon). She baked bread and cookies and cakes, and there was nothing that she touched that didn’t become a piece of artwork. And yet, somehow, there is a relative who completely missed the lessons on how to make food properly. Not even properly…..but to not decide to “think outside the box” (pun intended) and start adding wacky food to other wacky food and then prance around and display it and lourde over it waiting for unsuspecting minions to accidentally try some.