Chicken Tuesdays Reborn

A common scene, when I was living in the bay area last year, was a bottle of wine, a chicken in the oven, and good times had by my roommates and I. The evenings were spent listening to David Bowie, conversing about politics, foreign policy, music, art, love, and of course, more music. They were some of the best times, and I will never forget them. Yesterday, I tried to bring Chicken Tuesdays to an international audience. I guess it went well, but I think the overall level of maturity in this house is not up to my CT standards after living with Aiden and Robyn. Here's to you!

The food was good though.