Anyone out there in the Twin Cities area have a good handyman they would recommend? I have a door frame that's cracked and in need of repair and a glass screen door I'd like to replace. Send yo boo some love.

Last night I made another trek to the nordeast to catch up with my friend Kristina and her new boyfriend. This time I had a Commando from the selection of cold sandwiches at Psycho Suzi's. Fantastic. Ham, cheese, oil, jalepenos, and I believe some oregano and/or basil sprinkled on it. Their sandwiches are far too enormous for even those with a hardy appetite to finish, so I had to get a box. Trust me, if I request a box at a restaurant, either I just finished eating a baby goat before I arrived, or your portions are pretty friggin' huge. I also tried another of their fruity-ass drinks, but again was not impressed. There are a lot of rum-based tropical drinks on their menu, and I'm just not a member of the rum fan club. I'm a beer guy at heart.

After Suzi's, we headed over to Grumpy's for a round of drinks. It didn't seem like anything spectacular other than being another seemingly laid back, non-dumpy neighborhood bar, which I dig. The jukebox selection was impressive. Kristina, who is an even bigger Star Wars nerd than me, pointed out that "Chewbacca" from the original Clerks soundtrack was playing as we walked in. Outstanding.

Kristina seemed to get a big kick out my decision to wear my self-designed "I pooped in your mailbox" t-shirt (remember you can buy one, too!). I finally caved and ordered one for myself, and this was the first I'd worn it in public. No one egged me, so I feel safe. Maybe I'll wear it again Sunday if I head out to the State Fair to eat deep fried crap on a stick.