Last night we enjoyed some delicious fried fish for dinner. The idea was that we'd eat it while sitting on the curb outside the bar so that we could peek in at the football game on la tele. We figured that the dirty looks we got from several passersby had something to do with the ketchup we were using on our fish. Looking back, it was probably the steaming pile of dog shit within two feet of our makeshift dining room that they were judging.
