Tonight I'm apparently accompanying Amanda to watch two friends try to kill themselves with cheesesteaks. They're calling it The Cheesesteak Challenge and it basically just involves each one trying to finish off a 15" cheesesteak from the greatest little sandwich shop on the West Coast.
Personally, I'm in the mood for a pizza steak tonight. And maybe some Tastykakes.
Man oh man, those things are good. Then it's back to the apartment to move boxes, for tomorrow ... we tile the floor.
Did that sound ominous? I was going for "biblically foreboding." Not sure if I reached it.
Is "biblically" even a word?