Wither Seven Grand?

So last night I was informed that Seven Grand is going to enforce a dress code of “collared shirts on the weekends” for the dudes in the new year. I can totally understand why they’d do that — seeing as how it’s a really nice bar and you’d want to discourage the riff-raff from hanging out — but it’s a little dismaying nonetheless. Of course I say that because I’m pretty sure I’m the sort of scruffy riff-raff they’re trying to discourage. It also tends to make things a little less fun and a lot more pretentious.

I mean, watching “Faster, Pussycat! Kill! Kill!” while listening to the Cramps and drinking some whiskey doesn’t really lend itself to the whole “strictly enforced dress code” experience, does it?

I guess Bar 107 just became my weekender when I’m downtown.

How Come You Taste So Good?

Tamales have to be my favorite part of the holiday season, hands down. Unfortunately, I only seem to have gotten a grand total of two of them from any of my coworkers or friends this year.

Oh well, at least the ones I had were downright tasty…

Wakey Wakey, Eggs And Bakey

I know it’s not spring yet, but I feel like it might be time to come out of hibernation mode.

While 2007 was okay overall — with a few highs and lows, just like most other years — I’m seriously ready for it to be over. 2008 is going to be absolutely massive tho.

So long as I stick to the plan, I have a distinct feeling that my life is about to get way more interesting.

P.S. There’s a new coat of paint on the blog. If you’re playing along at home, why not pay the site a visit for a change?
P.P.S. Just so you know, “the plan” doesn’t refer to any sort of resolutions or anything like that. I’ve just laid out a fairly aggressive personal roadmap for the next twelve months, that’s all.