I am of epicurean culturing. Yet on this said night, featured on the latter "Call Downstairs" YouTube, which only portends the weekend which in its entirety hosted the 30th birthday anniversary of one of my best friends, hereafter he will be referenced as “Air Rift”, (yes, the Nike sneaker as he once described an ill-fitted pair of Pumas (shout-out to my man "Tongue" (also a nickname (of lazy sorts)) - the emandation zeitgeist as he refreshed my exactitude of this memory) as having an invagination. I have since free-associated said acerbic audit with Air Rifts which do bear an invagination; accordingly, you have to love the scientific mind) involved gourmandizing The Diner’s pabulum of mash potatoes, fries, burgers, pancakes, feta and provolone cheese omelets, gruyère cheese grits and thrown drinking straws. Such ingestion followed an entire bottle of Jamesons whiskey, courtesy of The Science Club and on-the-house as the adage so charmingly goes, which was solely shared amongst a subgroup of three or four of a larger group nearing ten in the restroom of Busboy and Poets. Such wolfing followed more drinks (see: liquor) at
As I am know to do here at Fulsome, I have provided theme music for this video which does not include me as I was outside waiting for confirmation that they had a place to sleep other than my floor.
...Many more Air Rift...