Hz eats alone

Sometimes, like especially when Ez is off jet-setting, a hot dog doctor must bravely stride into the uncharted territory of the solo mission. It’s no big deal, really, except it can be boring. Hz found herself in this situation last Thursday, when she had some time to kill and had a belly void of hotdogs, and Ez was not around. So she went to the NE Bulldog and grabbed a table in the corner, read The Onion, and avoided eye-contact with the other patrons. She’s not shy when she’s with Ez, but sometimes when she’s alone, she kinda is! The solution: alcohol. Hz ordered a fancy European beer the second the waitress came over. The waitress was like, “Hi.” and Hz goes, “Give me a beer. I am afraid.”

kind of bored

kind of bored

Dr. Scholls is for suckers

Dr. Scholls is for suckers

Titanic! Ha ha! That was a dumb movie.

Titanic! Ha ha! That was a dumb movie.

Hz took pictures of herself to try to be not bored. It only helped for a second.

Hz took pictures of herself to try to be not bored. It only helped for a second.

Hz bored feet.

Hz bored feet.

Bored! Sooo bored!

Bored! Sooo bored!

Dying of boredom!

Oh, my god! Dying of boredom!

But then Hz read the menu, and her outlook improved! She found a WHOLE SECTION of hot dogs, which is rather to-be-expected-ey, since this bar is called the BullDOG. And the last half of that word is DOG, and the last half of the word hotdog is DOG too. So Hz wasn’t dying of shock or anything…

Dogs for Sale!

Dogs for Sale!

Hz ordered a Venezulan (sic) dog, and things REALLY looked up. Everything else on the menu she had tried before, because it was like chili dogs and chicago styles and stuff, but this Venezulan (sic) dog really looked like it was gonna be something else! It had onions, cabbage, mustard, ketchup, mayo and -check it- CRUSHED POTATO CHIPS. Holla!

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When no one else will love you, food will.

And hey! America’s Funniest Home Videos was on the television, which is maybe the best tv show ever made. It’s not even really made by TV people, it’s made by Americans.

AFHV. Haha! That show is hilarious!

AFHV. Haha! That show is hilarious!

Speaking of being American, while Hz was at the Bulldog working on the Hot Dog Blog, “Kids in America” came on the radio. That song is so rad.

And the dog went down fast. Hz didn’t have anyone to talk to, so she only used her mouth for eating.

First bite.

First bite.

Second bite!

Second bite!

Gone in two bites!

Gone in two bites!

So then Hz had to wash that dog down with some more beers. The beer at the Bulldog tastes super good! And remember, there were crushed potato chips on that hot dog, so things were getting salty in Hz’ mouth. She had to pound beers, she had no other recourse!

Dg wash!

Dg wash!

That’s when things really started picking up. And simultaneously going downhill, in a way…

more beers

more beers

Getting silly and blurry!

Getting silly and blurry!

Hz made friends with the waitress! And by that, we mean Hz asked if they could take a picture together, and the nice waitress said yes.

Making friends!

Making friends!

After she got done eating, and drinking 14 beers, she inquired with her new friend about the cupcake sitch. She was stoked that they had some Red Velvet cupcakes with raspberry filling inside. She was like, “All take wunna those cubgags!”

Hz got dessert!

Hz got dessert!

When it was time to go, Hz was REALLY blurry and drunky. So she had a little wander around Northeast Minneapolis! Just to check things out!

Oopsies, a little tipsy!

Oopsies, a little tipsy!

Hz has a little rest.

Hz has a little rest.

Back up and at 'em!

Back up and at 'em!

In the Surdyk’s parking lot, Hz tried to make another friend. But he wasn’t having it. Aaaawkward!

Hey, you! Let's be friends!

Hey, you! Let's be friends!

Finally, Hz wandered up to Super America, but not the same Super America that she and Ez went to with Lt. Brn-N-Srv in mission two. When she got there, she thought it may be a great idea to see if there were any treasures in the dumpster!

Anything good?

Anything good?

Hey, what's that?

Hey, what's that?

Hz found a Lamborghini poster! Framed! What? That’s incredible!

Holy crap. Really?

Holy crap. Really?

And it was the end to a perfect day.

Htdgs + dmpstr dvg = pleasure!

Htdgs + dmpstr dvg = pleasure!

Lessons Learned:

  1. Sometimes it’s super fun to eat a hot dog by yourself, but you have to have a good attitude about it.
  2. Potato chips on hot dogs are incredibly good.
  3. If you’re feeling grumpy, have a cupcake!
  4. If you need a Lamborghini poster, check in the dumpster.
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June 12, 2009. Tags: , , , , , , , , . Drunkenness, Getting Lost or stuck somewhere, Hot Dog Dining. 5 comments.

Countdown to Minnesota State Fair

0 days until August 27, 2009

And all the junk-food wonders of the Great Minnesota Get Together shall be unleashed! Gluttons, unite!

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June 11, 2009. Drunkenness, Hot Dog Dining, Music and Shows. Leave a comment.

Ez gets a porno mag in the mail

For the past couple of weeks Ez has been getting multi reminders that she’s lucky in life, and since the beginning of June the evidence has been staggering.  We list for you now the month’s early elements of awesomeness:

  1. Dnz called and left this message “Ez, I got an extra ticket to Jenny Lewis on Wednesday. Joe loves her, so I got tickets for his birthday, but now he has to work. Do you want to go? I don’t know if you even like Jenny Lewis. I don’t.”
  2. Ez received lab results by mail from her recent visit to a MD specializing in humans and their health. She learned that her good cholesterol is high and her bad cholesterol is very low. This is tres fortunate and must be due to her Swedishness, because we all know how she eats.
  3. In the same mail batch she received her June cooking mag script that our darling Kt perscribed for her last birthday. The covergirl for this issue is BBQ ribs! And the centerfold….hold up, all wankers, let’s let this last.
oh, you pretty things

oh, you pretty things

This is an obvs sign that Ez should eat BBQ everyday. So she carefully followed the magazine’s directions and invited Hz, Dnz and Kt over for some ribs offa George Forman’s grill.

it looks exactly the same

it looks exactly the same

Kt can’t make it because she’s still out of town, but Hz and Dnz showed up and were ubz impressed. This Cambodian version of BBQ ribs is sincerely swell with a side sauce that everyone mixed up herself.

Turns out Hz and Dnz also enjoy a favorable lipid profile despite their impressive htdg experience. We celebrate!

Dnz

Dnz

gets

gets

down

down

Hz is pure instinct and mixed her sauce perfectly without a recipe. Even though she totally knows what she’s doing and does not need a manual, Hz paged through the mag a little anyway and HELLO, SAILOR…..

what's your name?

what's your name?

Have mercy, already! Ours is a beautiful world.

my blood runs cold!

my blood runs cold!

So clearly, all’s awes and Hz even brought a gourmet desert made with dark chocolate.

comere cup!

c'mere cup!

Exceptional luck, right?

Ez, pleased and proud

Ez, pleased and proud

Maybe all that perfection was too much to bear, and maybe that’s what started to erode our happy party’s goodwill. Whatever the cause, Hz’ admiration of Jenny Lewis‘ fashions really started to vex Dnz! For a sec it seemed they might come to blows! Luckily, Hz dropped Ez and Dnz off at First Avenue without event.

Dnz and Ez talked about miniskirts and Dnz’ boyfriend Joe’s musical taste on the way to the bar for some cherry bombs.

and things got nicer

and things got nicer

and nicer

and nicer

to miniskirtz!

to miniskirtz!

Then The Sadies started playing and they were great! They played gunslinger-style music and two of ’em are brothers and their last name is Good. One brother seemed to be wearing a Caucasian-flesh-tone suit with sequined figures (sperm or mushroom?) up the lapels.

one of the Good brothers

one of the Good brothers

And they played a song of the God-loving, hard-living Louvin Brothers, but not this one:

And they did this incredibly awesome and gay move where each brother frets the other’s guitar. Sad city, we didn’t get a photo, but please believe! And they put records out on that Bloodshot label that induces pants-wetting in certain circles. It was so fun!

And then Jenny Lewis played!

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Hooray, Hooray.

Lessons:

  1. Cambodian ribs are great! Eat them every day if you have low cholesterol!
  2. Always check your magazines for centerfolds, but please do it in private, and wash your hands afterwards.
  3. Yay, Louvin Brothers! Also, The Brothers Good = CUTE CENTRAL!
  4. Boys say they like Jenny Lewis’ music and Rilo Kiley because she’s hot.
  5. Girls say that Jenny Lewis is stupid because they’re jealous of her hotness.
  6. Jenny Lewis‘ music really is stupid, regardless of her hotness.
  7. The jury is still out on whether Jenny Lewis‘ outfits are good or bad.
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June 4, 2009. Tags: , , , , , , , , , , , , , , , , , . Dnz, Drunkenness, Fashions, Hot Dog Dining, Kt, Music and Shows. 5 comments.