The weekend can work a green blazer into its wardrobe.
This week's perk puts you on a private jet to Aspen, with a hotel room, a new wardrobe and four days of feasting waiting for you at the other end. All you need is a little luck—and a ski vest wouldn't hurt.
The weather has been downright bayouesque. Don't fight it—accept it, with crawfish and shrimp boiled by the pound on Acadiana's patio. And since you've already skated out of work early, throw in $15 pitchers of Abita or $5 mint juleps and bourbon fizzes. Seersucker optional.
It's important to get your Saturday morning off to a good start. Fresh pizza will help. The 14th Street wine and gourmet shop is rolling out a dozen thin-crust pies every Saturday at 11am, topped with the bounty from their cheese and charcuterie cases. They're fully baked (like Jerry Garcia), but they're designed to be reheated. Like on Sunday morning.
Last Monday's Duke-Butler match was fine, but you want more out of your championship matches. Like fishnets, tattoos and skates. Here you'll see two matches' worth of clotheslines and hip checks, the final one determining the 2010 champs. They're opening the parking lot for tailgating at 1:30pm—because nothing prepares you for controlled violence like grilled kielbasa.
After the roller derby whets your appetite for destruction, it's on to more competition. At this one, grown men will don spandex and mime to Quiet Riot and Deep Purple. The winner vies to go to Finland to compete at the world championships, where rumor has it the US has a real chance this year. It'll have to do until we win the World Cup.
Tuesday is normally your night to sauna with Northern European diplomats, but afterward you'll naturally be in the mood for something a little bit more homegrown. Fried chicken, for instance, in two-, three- or five-piece buckets. It pairs well with another bucket: one filled with cans of beer from Butternuts brewery. And it's a wiser choice than bringing your chicken into the sauna.
