I got some changes to make...

All right people, this day has been a long time in the making (about 1 month and 12 blog posts, to be exact). I have to change the general format of the blog. Don't worry, this isn't going to be a huge, I'm Britney Spears and I'm shaving my head overhaul, it's more like a modest, I'm Britney Spears and I'm going to start wearing panties when I get out of car overhaul. Small, unnoticeable difference really that makes all of our lives a lot better. So here's the deal...

Naturally, I'm going to continue to write about free food, because that's the whole point of this farce, to get more and better free food. But because we're not in post anymore and I'm not getting free food for every meal, I think I need to expand to all food. So here goes nothing. I'm thinking that I'll just review the previous day's highlights each morning.

Anyway, I have some catching up to do first. Last Friday I was at a lovely little audio house called Ravenswork, which has been mentioned here before. Lovely people, cool facility, professionals. The food is always good -- go for breakfast, they have these little quiches sometimes or bagel sandwiches, delicious. There was a new perk this time, and I loved it almost as much as I love a good peanut butter filled pretzel: car washers.

Now don't get me wrong, I realize there's a car wash on every block and they're none too expensive. This was no ordinary car wash. They washed my gear shifter. They vacuumed my trunk. They cleaned the inside of my windows. This was the most comprehensive car washing imaginable. Think about the dirtiest thing you could ever think of -- for me, that would be the toilet seat of an all you can eat Mexican restaurant after that fat dude from Lost was there. Now imagine that that was a car. These car washer people would have made it shine like Mr. Clean's Head. No joke.

Anyway, that's about all I got for now. Get ready to be amazed on Monday though: I'm sitting in the all you can eat section of Dodger Stadium tomorrow night, and I'm going to document it all for you. Jesus told me if I could eat more than 2 dozen hot dogs that the Cubs would come back and win the World Series, and when the J man challenges you to an eating contest, you don't say no.