Scolson BBBQ, House Hunting

If you don't know what the extra B is for then you can just go to hell. After being back in Columbus for over a month we finally made the vast 10 minute drive to go visit scolson, consume grilled meats, and check out the new house:

It looks a little rough on the outside but then you walk in and BAM!

Frankly I got kind of a weird religious vibe but the architecture is beautiful. Anyway, good times were had and I learned not to judge others by stereotypes--heed me, children of Jesus, despite Miller Chill's vomit inducing bite, Bud Light Lime is actually pretty good.

So seeing scolsons new place was kind of exciting, particularly as Lizett and I are starting to look at houses ourselves. The problem is that right now we're staying with my mom, who has the kind of house one can afford toward the end of one's career. It tends to make houses in our own price range, even relatively nice ones, look like giant piles of poop. Still, we've got our eyes open--in fact, we're going to look at a foreclosure tonight. I hear it's got severe cosmetic damage! BONG.

Oh, speaking of BONG, I have news! It's of the thunder-stealing variety though, so I'll keep a lid on it for a few days. News-subject, get the word out while you can.