Saturday - Waiting for Game 6

I might as well have just stuck myself in the eye with a hot stick.

It started off normal: Bowl of Watermelon. Strawberries. I guess they're in season... they are cheap and delicious.

Then I finished off the frozen grapes while the installer guys installed my new Murphy Bed.

More Watermelon. Three Pickles. They still aren't that good with mustard -- I tried two different mustards than the day before. I guess I need to keep searching for more Mustard Delivery Devices.

Around 4:30, I was hungry and didn't think that I could hold out until the basketball game.  I nuked a package of Hormel Compleats Steak Tips & Mashed Potatoes.

I'm never surprised when the food looks nothing like the package, but this one looked less like the package than usual. All of the products in this line are tasty, there's just not a lot of it, and they are really not all that picture-worthy. But for $2, what can you expect?

For the game, Lonnise and I drove up to Boynton to meet Jeff at Alabama Joe's. It's a good midpoint between where Jeff lives and us Broward County residents. And they have Grilled Wings.

I ordered 25 Cajun dusted, with Minced Garlic.

We've previously had success at Alabama Joe's, both sporting- and food-related. There was none of that last night. The Heat was apparently allergic to making baskets or catching rebounds, and the restaurant really didn't give a damn about the people buying food. My wings came almost immediately, which meant that they had pre-cooked them. And, they were dry, further evidence of pre-cooking and laying around waiting to be re-heated. The service there is usually, um, confusing? lethargic? don't give a shit-ic?, and last night was an extremely strong example.

Bus Girl: Can I take away these dirty dishes?
Rich: Please. And I would like some more Club Soda with Lime.

(Bus Girl returns with my soda)
Rich: Can I have some Lime, please?
Bus Girl: We're out of Lime.
Rich: There's no lime in the entire Bar? You're shitting me.
Bus Girl: Well, we have some whole limes in the back. But I would have to cut them.
Rich: OK. I'll wait.
Bus Girl (looking at me like I'm an idiot): You don't understand. I will have to cut them.
Rich: OK. (Bus girl leaves)
Lonnise: Did I hear that correctly?
Rich: Yes. I should have told her to bring me a Lime and a knife.

She came back less than 30 seconds later with cut-up limes on a plate for me, so why give me a hard time? It was that kind of stuff, combined will lower-than-average food (Lonnise didn't finish hers; I trudged through with mine) and the Heat loss, that made us decide to find somewhere else in lower Palm Beach County to watch Game Seven on Monday.