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  • Monday March 12th, 2012

    "You're having a party? Tonight? It's monday. Why?"

    "Why the hell not?"

    Let's kick this leap project with a little pop up party on a Monday night. Keep it low key. Why not? The weather was beautiful and it would have been a sad sad shame to waste it sleeping.

    I have a rooftop at my apartment. We got some brats, some brew and a jar of the Mustard Man's mustard. Party on.

    The city looked pretty. Will manned the grill. Everybody behaved. Lindsay got cold so she put on a dirty sweatshirt which she also got to take home as a souvenir. Lucky girl.

    My night was made by making a new friend. I shared a brat with a neighbor named Allen who also shares my last name. "This is brat of the year." said Allen. To which I said, "Thank you but all credit is truly due to the Mustard Man."

    Who knew you could make friends with a brat and a little spoonful of mustard? Now that it happened, I'm thinking well why the hell not?
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