four seasons brunch

when jay z rapped about eating four seasons brunch
i honestly didn't know what all the fuss was about.  
well, color me enlightened.  
wallet lightened, true, but fuck, man, now i know how the
other half  lives for real.  

i started with a mimosa, and proceded to the cheeses.  
brie, blue cheese, and a lot of other
cheeses i don't even know yet were sampled,
along with deicious varieties of olives and other comestibles.

impeccably prepared chiviche, squid and shrimp salad, 
prawns, stone crab claws, 
sushi, and dim sum made the cut for plate two.  
i was feeling good, but not sated, not by a long shot.

as i slaked my thirst with a long drink of ice water,
i felt a sudden hungering for
traditional midwestern breakfast fare.  
thick rashers of center cut bacon
and french toast with maple syrup along with melon, 
rasberries, 
blackberries, and blueberries left me feeling right.

but not for long. breakfast and lunch were handled,
and that can only mean one thing.
 it was dinner time.
 as i made my way towards the prime rib,
the rack of lamb was callin me, man.  
i made a game time decision.  
i am pleased to report,  i picked the winning horse in that race.  
accompanying the lamb in the dinner trifecta was snap peas in butter,
and a bowl of seafood and plantain
chowder that made me almost come in my pants.

considering the gravity of that last sentiment,
i felt it was time to to sit back,
loosen the belt a couple notches and take a long hard look at myself.  
was this unbridled gluttoney always there, just beneath the surface? 
 i decided that i really did not care.
 strong black coffee got my mind right, 
and steeled my determination.  

i wanted something sweet!  when i saw the willy wonka confections 
in the dessert room,my endocrine system released
a massive endorphine rush.
 combined with the sublime presentation and colors,
i felt like i was halucinating.
 i powered through and finished strong with rasberry cheesecake, and two other deserts that words simply
 cannot do justice.  
another cup and a half of the rich black coffee rounded
out the meal.  

the service was off the charts, the silverware changed 
with each re up.  
glasses never empty.
five stars.  
food coma certified.  
do yourself a favor.  you deserve it, little buddies.

violence

it feels like this is gonna be a violent year.  here are some clips that tipped me off, enjoy:

http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=D3K-mrlYG7Y&eurl=http://thebiglead.com/

http://forums.phishhook.com/viewtopic.php?t=664613

a few days in

a few days in and this year seems to be on the up and up.  obama rep'd hard in the iowa causcuses, and on a personal level,
 my resolutions are on point:

1. be cigarette free for a year-only 360 days to go!
2. be nicer to folks- especially bums, i'm gonna implement a change for booze 501c3.
3.  buy property- this one contingent on winning a lottery or finding a really special #4(see below)
4.  let some excellent female bask in my awesome prescence (get a girlfriend- accepting applications)
5.  quit saying "bro" so much.  god, it is so annoying, i say it way too much, its the miami verbal crutch.  it sounds so classless and stupid.  man, dude, homeskillit, home slice, main, broseph, broham, homes, ace, and champ are all gonna get a heavier rotation to pick up the slack.