So sometimes people ask me: what do you do for fun in your little western mountain town? Well, last night was a great example. I met my friends Will (first violin) and Chris (Holst expert) at a local bar to exchange highly-coveted artwork, and then determine if that was where the hookers hung out. (No. But then where?) Then on to LaBeau’s burgers, where Chris’s wife Chilaly joined us, and we sampled the Mammoth, the Double Double, and the BaconBurger. Wahoo! What will next Friday night bring?
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Wow, and here I am in Ogden reading Heidegger on a Saturday night.
I need a beer now and then.
“reading Heidegger on a Saturday night”? “You are in quest of what is. Why on earth do you set out to walk that road with a man who has neither pace nor style?” (Montaigne)
Sarah says, “did you see Charlie’s post? it looks painful.”
The line between pain and burger bliss is slight indeed. Really, I’ve never seen burgers this big. It was both impressive and a little grotesque.