Late night I ordered my favorite chicken sandwich from Georgia's Eastside BBQ (with mac & cheese, baked beans and cornbread) Uggggh. Miss this place so much.
Later Saturday night, we headed out to Frank & Liz's apt in Brooklyn! Liz decided to make KNARFs (Just "Frank" spelled backwards - Frank's way of taking a whole pizza and folding it in a half into a giant calzone) but their oven was on the fritz...
On Sunday I took the train down to south Jersey to hang out with my family down at my parent's little shore house in Mannasqaun. Here's my brother and his lady Amy and my parents about to get their lunch on.
Best picture ever. Stuart yukking it up with Grant about "wabbs." (Which is an Essex colloquialism for "big ol' titties." As in "Check out the huge wabbs on that bird.")
Bernie and I had already eaten lunch two hours previously, but John said that since we were in Atlanta, we had to go eat BBQ. He took us to a place called "Daddy D'z BBQ Joynt." "But John," we protested, "we're not hungry!" "Don't worry," he winked, "you'll have room for this."
We sat around waiting for the BBQ to start and after a while the bartender finally came out to the back patio with a whole cooler full of meat - but then they weren't able for the life of them get the grill going (they had a charcoal grill, but couldn't find the briquette chimney that makes igniting the charcoal really easy). A former teen-pyromaniac, I could only sit by for so long before offering up my assistance. I got that shit cookin', yo. And this guy thinks he's the Firestarter. Psssh.
Later on in the evening, me and the guy on the left saved dozens of hungry hipsters from certain starvation when we managed to get the grill going again.
Nothing in the world will make a man hungrier than throwing around police barricades. After a strenuous workout, Freid decides it's time to fire up the grill. (Drunk College Student + Can of Lighter Fluid = Great Photo Opportunity)