Mansuite Blues leads to Salvation

Mansuite has seen some of its darkest days yet. Ski team has torn the very fibers of unity that bind us and turned them into nothing but the memories of spaghetti carbonara shared in days of yore. Rations have been scarce, the freezer has been without frozen fruit for days, the Magic Bullet hasn't whirred into action in a week, midweek beer has not flowed, a good lunchtime sandwich shared with the boys has been all but a dream, we've been forced out of necessity to use Jordo's Cabo themed disgusting Caribbean flavored toothpaste, and worst of all, the Party Duck has turned her ever so cold shoulder as we confined her to 'Party Off' position and failed to let her stretch her wings and point her nose towards the horizon of 'Party Duck PTI: ON' optimism.

When it seemed like nothing could save us from the late February blues, Michael and I heeded the call to duty and trekked to the northen limits to find Mansuite salvation. An absolutely disgusting refusal on the part of the suite to follow the "I can't go to Fairway because..." flowchart had gone too far, and something had to be done.

As such, we walked into the cold winds in search of the very elixir that has provided the nourishment and sustenance that has come to define the figure and shape of the Mansuite man: a full throttle, healthy 8 million calorie per day diet of Fairway culinary magic.

Once again, it was meant to be, and it now is, once again. WE ARE SAVED.

Another colossal Fairway shop afforded us the forgotten luxury of a serious burger.

Behold! The Tom-Jon Canadian Extra Sharp Cheddar Cheeseburger Special with Sauteed Onions, Fried Egg, and Tomato on a Kaiser Role with a side of grilled Green Beans with garlic and special Hawaiian salt. (I also enjoyed a large and savoury fruit smoothie, not pictured) --

Its a good thing...

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The grill has roared to life,
our longing hands have weilded knife;

The cupboards once bare,
now full, no room to spare.

The Magic Bullet has whirred,
the Party Duck has stirred;

Mansuite, once sad and distraught,
now content with the food its bought--

Can lift up its arms once more,
grasp again a beer to pour,
And bring to you, our dearest friends,
all that you've counted on us for.