The code of the No NMAUL (The Noble Northeast Minneapolis Anti-Ungulate League) Meet this guy at St. Albert the Great Church on Friday the 19th (or as the No NMAUL calls it, fryday) at 5 pm. You’re life won’t be the same afterward.
Update: The first meeting of the No NMAUL will be postponed until next Friday, due to a birthday party.
Today is Monday. More importantly, it’s my day off. I’m not saying this to rub it in your faces. You all work hard at your jobs, and you all do great things. But for me, this day is my own.
This past weekend was Valentine’s Day weekend, one of the busiest for my industry. The reservation books were filled from Friday night until 10 pm on Sunday. Love birds filled the tables by night and families dined on Eggs Benedict by day. All in all, we served dozens of ducks, countless hanger steaks, and gallons of cassoulet.
Dear reader, that is what makes today so special. I don’t have to cook anything. There’ll be no trips to the walk-in for me today, no re-filling sanitizer buckets, no portioning Foie Gras, no searing fluke, no butchering chicken, nothing.
It’s 3:30 when I write this. I’ve only recently put on pants, and have spent more time laying down that sitting up. This is the day that makes the past few days tolerable. I don’t have to do anything today, and probably to my roommate’s chagrin, I will not do anything today.