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June 26, 2007

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Hoyt Pollard

The Meximelt? Are you sure that's not Jamaican whiskey your imbibing?

Michael

ht, have i ever told you about how i once ate 13 mexi-melts, on my 13th birthday? well, that was the idea...i think i made it through 11 and a half. needless to say i haven't had one since.

ht

hoyt: i believe the meximelt conversation began as a general-confusion sort of thing: what was the difference, if any, between a meximelt and a beef burrito? and then from there the conversation just sort of spun wildly out of control. no jamaican whiskey, though i was at a party the other weekend that featured thai rum. needless to say, we didn't crack open the bottle.

michael: i feel your pain. is this what turned you into a vegetarian?

Asad

Drinking is bad for you. It leads to delusions of profundity, singular schmaltziness, a brief period of happiness, an hour or two of anxiety attack, and then, roughly eighteen hours after beginning, a severe compulsion to repeat. At least, for me it does.

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Ahem

  • If Ayn Rand and Walter Benjamin got in a cage fight and then made up over foie gras, single malt scotch and indie pop, you'd have the delightful adventures of "That Was Probably Awkward." Plus or minus the single malt and foie gras, depending on the week's finances. But always the indie pop. Sad, stirring indie pop. And a decent happy hour.

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