Tonight I will be at Central Park's Rumsey Playfield enjoying the sweet sweet sounds of a quiet little band called Gov't Mule.
But if I wasn't jammin' I'd be clammin'--- at Professor Thom's tonite for their annual Clamapalooza Festival, wherein a dozen or so contestants will attempt to clam the pants off of judges with 2 gallons of their best recipe of New England Clam Chowder, all while watching our beloved BoSox. To my dear friend Joe: May the best clam win. And if yours isn't the best, I hope you win anyway.
Have a nice evening, kids!