I have a friend we’ll call Sandpaper for the purposes of this story. Not because he’s rough around the edges, but because naming names is how you lose friends. Sandpaper is a great guy. He’s also convinced that he is biologically incapable of getting high and has somehow never experienced a hangover. He’s in his…
I’ve reached the age where a hangover feels less like a consequence and more like a medical condition. Somewhere along the way, I realized waking up feeling like I lost a bar fight with a lawn mower wasn’t nearly as fun as it sounded in my twenties. And don’t even get me started on the…
I spent more than 20 years away from South Dakota. When I moved back to Sioux Falls, I was honestly blown away by how many places there were to eat, drink, and spend an evening. The city had grown up while I was gone. Fast forward three years and countless meals later, and I’ve started…
