Beer is proof that God loves us and wants us to be happy. -Ben Franklin
The perfect lover is one who turns into a pizza at 4 a.m. -Charles Pierce
Is there anything better than pizza and beer? How about beer, pizza, and bowling? We ate at a great place last night in Somerville (north of Cambridge, very close to Boston) that offers local and organic food, our favorite local beer, and duck-pin bowling. Never heard of it? We hadn’t either. It was too crowded to play, but from what I could tell the best part about duck-pin bowling that it is much quieter than regular bowling. Plus, you don’t seem to have to wear someone else’s shoes (why do they do that? How many women show up to bowl in stiletto heels?), and you don’t have to spend the first half-hour looking for the right ball. Anyway, the highlight was the delicious pizza; we ordered half buffalo chicken with arugula and half kalua pork. YUM! And beer! How I missed it. Beer is definitely something to celebrate about living in Boston. They sure do know how to make it here. I think I must have proven myself to be a veteran mom (and possibly met one of Jeff Foxworthy’s redneck qualifications), considering I breastfed while I drank a beer.
Nate has today off, and our big plans will consist of cleaning the house to get ready for the maid service (always a bizarre practice) and grocery shopping. Ah, the joys of homemaking. And it’s snowing…again. Sigh. At least it will provide a pretty new white blanket over the gray slush!
Happy birthday Dad! And Mr. Presidents, of course.