Saintseester raises a tricky ethical issue with her recent question: "Do I want to know where the donor hair comes from?"
No, you don't Seester. And not because it came from the over-hyped, machismo-ed lip of Dick-a. It's just one of those questions that should generally be avoided (according to longstanding hair donor etiquette).
But, we peeps, Seester, me and you. Who Dats bound by Black & Gold blood. So, Chef will fess up with a clue about his mustachio patron:
You'll definitely spot his defiant mustache first in line Southport Hall on March 1st for the killer Zebra show.
While it was reported weeks ago that the Writer's Guild of America had ended it's strike, Chef always likes to see the contract before ending holdouts (on account of a rookie deal he signed with a beer vendor in Cafe 641 that obliged him to an exclusive purchasing Dome Foam agreement with said vendor at $10 a pour).
Well, because Chef always follows and believes web links, he's back on the horse, following the union's lead.
It wasn't a complete hibernation. Chef spent some time at East Jefferson General Hospital in the Same Day Surgery unit in early February, where his discharge assessment read: * Discharged by wheelchair to home. Temp: 97.1. Blood Pressure: 107/60. * Prescription delivered to spouse. * Post-anesthesia instructions include: no alcoholic beverages including beer for 24 hours; no operation of motor vehicles or machinery or power tools for 24 hours. Also, no bicycle riding, skate boarding, or use of gym sets. * Light activity only; no heavy lifting or straining; showers only; avoid strenuous play AND MOST IMPORTANT . . . * Change moustache dressing as needed.
Don't know exactly how Mickey Loomis spent his weeks off. But Chef got his priorities straight:
Come free agency on February 29, come ticket renewal time (nevermind the alleged increase Chef heard Bobby and Kenny blathering about today), come Draft Day Bash on Airline Drive . . . we'll be ready with Who Dat follicles sprouting the cause.
It's not as if Chef has been sitting on his ass for a month waiting to announce more Cafe 641 Leftover Awards. It's about the mustache. Can't find it. Anywhere. Even went to this party looking for mojo, but these fools were mocking, not rocking the stache.
Any leads would be appreciated. Or suggestions on burying the past and moving on.
In other news, February 4, 2008 marked the Who Dat nation's annual run to the XLIIIrd Super Bowl. Get your shoes on, Who Dats.
Saintseester raises a tricky ethical issue with her recent question: "Do I want to know where the donor hair comes from?"
