Happy Hour In The Heptarchy: The Sandwich That Has No Name
It’s five past 5 across Conference III (leave work early, Colorado — you have our permission), time to hit bricks and get that freakin’ weekend started, am I right?
Of course I am.
It’s been a tough week for some of you so loosen your belt, pop a top, grab a spoon and stop being such a sourpuss. III Communication’s got good news for everybody.
What We’re Eating: Last Sunday, I had a sandwich. It was on crusty bread and contained the following:
Black Forest Ham
Garlic & herb Alouette spread
To this toasted and heated combination, I added chunked pineapple.
Holy cow, was it good and should be served at restaurants (it also needs a name).
Reasons To Celebrate
Your Weekend Jam: “Peoria” by King Crimson
Colorado: Avs still in the mix, Broncos in the playoffs, skiing is top-notch. Good year for you, Colorado.
Your Weekend Jam: “Colorado” by The Rentals
Your Weekend Jam: “T-Rex is a Scavenger” by Happy Birthday Amy
Minnesota: If you don’t like watching implosions, I don’t know what to tell you.
Your Weekend Jam: “Deflated” by Piebald
Your Weekend Jam: “Othello” by Dance Hall Crashers
Your Weekend Jam: “Morning Train (Nine To Five)” by Sheena Easton
Winnipeg: Speak on the pompetous of love.
Your Weekend Jam: “The Joker” by Todd Snider (don’t ask me why this is over a bunch of random clips from One Life To Live)