Throw in a free chicken leg.

I had a mostly quiet weekend - getting a ton of stuff done around the house, but barely venturing outside my door. I hung out at Vangie and Dave's Friday night, which was fun, except for us wanting to beat the Domino's delivery guy with Vangie's crutches (that subject line is a shout out to you, V). We ordered pizza and cinnastix (because cinnastix are super fantastic), and it didn't go right from the get-go. We couldn't find a coupon, and then they didn't offer the special that V&D thought they'd heard about, and we'd based our order on the special, so we hung up, regrouped, called back and decided to suck it up and pay full price and just order what we wanted even if it wasn't on special. This all took WAY longer than it should have and we were starving by the time we ordered.

The guy finally shows up like 45 minutes to an hour after we placed our order (remember the old days of "30 minutes or it's free"?), and he hands me the boxes, and I see that one is missing. He forgot the cinnastix! Bastard!! Well, we had tipped generously, so he said he'd rush back to the store and get them. After another 45 minutes, we called the store. "Oh, we'll have to make some more." Double bastard! All of them! If we hadn't already paid for them, we'd have been tempted to tell them to cram it, but they already had our money, including a generous tip, so they owed us the damn cinnastix. Another 45 minutes go by (I'm not kidding) and a different driver shows up, hands Dave the box without so much as a "sorry for the inconvenience" or free coupon for our trouble or anything. Grrrr. Stellar customer service, Domino's. Stellar.

Saturday night started out pretty slow but ended well. Ang, Julia and I went to a different area than our usual haunts - trying to shake things up a bit. We started with dinner at the greatest hamburger joint on the planet, Hut's, then hit a few pubs in the immediate area. We gave it a shot, but it was just dead, so we gave up and headed to the Warehouse District.

It was 10:30 by the time we got down there, so we didn't even try to search for free parking - we just paid to park in a lot and headed to Speakeasy. Kelly Doze was playing, and she played a really good show. She throws her hair around alot, which gets distracting, but she does have nice hair, so I guess she's just workin' it. The best part of the evening, though, was that Malford Milligan was there, and he sat in on a few songs, and he just lit the place up. He's really a great performer. He gets on stage and the energy level just jumps. He's a strange-looking guy (it's not too often you see an albino black guy with dreds), but he's one of those people who is doing what he was born to do, and it's always a pleasure to watch someone do something that they do really well. Unless it's something gross, and then it's disturbing. But that's another blog.