First of all, how is it that I can continually make relevant use of the picture above?  I mean… really?

That said, I thought this would be a good place to outline my activities of last Saturday night.  The debauchery was as fast as it was furious, resultant in me on a swing, with a bartender, on a bar, having free shots of Patron poured down my throat.  Ten minutes later I realized I had had enough and was no longer firing on all cylinders.  I hailed a cab and went home.

Listen, I’m skipping a lot of things, but to be fair, this is all really besides the point and the beginning of the story.  (Or at least the part that I can remember).

After I got out of the cab and into my house, it occurred to me that I was not even close to being ready for bed.  The fridge was empty.  So in my infinite wisdom, I put my shoes back on and barreled out the door and back into the great wide open.  I know what you’re thinking.  What was it?  Pizza?  Hallal?  That gross Chinese place on the corner?

No.  None of the above.  I made the responsible decision to go food shopping.  And shop, I did.

Ye Ol’ Trade Fair is open 24 hours and I felt this would be an appropriate time (what with my busy schedule) to do a food shop.  You know.  Just the basics…

I’m going to skip ahead to the next morning, thereby denying you of what was most likely a drunken rumble of brilliant proportions through Trade Fair supermarket at 3AM.  The next morning, I found that I had apparently played Phoenix’s “Run, Run, Run” 6 times during the experience.  So if you need an accompanying theme for what transpired, just toss that on repeat.

Here is exactly what I purchased:

1.  6 cans of Progresso Lentil Soup

2. 8 individual dinner rolls

3. 1 can of Progresso Pea Soup (You know… for variety)

4.  An individual package of Craisins.

5.  Yogi Tea  - Blues Away brand

6.  An avocado

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I don’t often like to pat myself on the back, but well done…me.  Clearly, with all of the snow, I’ve been able to prepare feasts made for a king all week long.