Today, for a few hours at least, I took my mind off my scriptly concerns to attend Ivon R. Bartok’s First Annual Pulled Pork Shoulder Sandwich and Football Fiesta. All last week, Ivon had been raving about this recipe for ten-hour slow-cooked pork shoulder he had discovered in a recent issue of Matronly Meals & Macrame, so I challenged him to put his money where his mouth is. No, that’s not right. We put our money where OUR mouths were. No, that’s not right either. Well, we certainly didn’t put our mouths were our money was because that would’ve been plain unsanitary. I think, in the end, we put our mouths were the sandwiches were – in this case, over at stately Bartok Manor.
I arrived fashionably late but just in time to find Ivon prepping lunch…
The sandwiches were great. Better than the late games to be perfectly honest. And for dessert? Well, what else would seven testosterone-fueled football fanatics have? Mini cupcakes of course.
Also, you’ll be pleased to hear the Snow Monkeys are about to wrap up their second win of the Stargate NFL Fantasy Football season. At 2-4, they’re down but not out, slowly but surely creeping their way back into contention and a potential playoff spot in week 14. Looks like I’ll be managing my Monkeys from Tokyo for their final game and first two play-off games (since, the way the Creamers and Milita are playing, we’d be looking at having to go the wildcard route). Fortunately, I’ll be back in Canada the weekend of December 21st, just in time to manage the Snow Monkeys to the league championship. I’m already celebrating!
Tonight’s schedule looks like this: work-out, Amazing Race, rewrite, rewrite, write and write. I’m going to satisfy myself with completing a solid four acts which I intend to send my writing partner’s way in the morning. He can tinker with the script while I head to post and finish my producer’s cut of The Hunt, then forge ahead and finish the fifth act.
I fully intend to tackle that mounting mailbag and offer my thoughts on last week’s episode, Awakening, just as soon as I bury this script.
I also intend to, one day, eventually, get a full eight hours sleep.