A Jam Deferred

This can be the most classic of Jams. Sometimes a truly avid Jammer elects not to Jam in the moment so that his or her vibes and general constitution permit monster Jam at a point in the (hopefully) near future. Last weekend was Brandy's Jam Deferred. Friday's tentative red wine and calamari Jam Romantica with lady at decent local trattoria was marred by a strange waiter's Jam-inhibiting poor service and the boisterous and willfully inclusive antics of a Peruvian birthday party at table next door. Passed out, champagne glass spilling, in bed, less than one hour into The 40 year old Virgin. A limping, three-legged Jam. Likewise, Sunday, Brandy awoke and hit up Rainbow Grocery for only mildly Jammable organic foodstuffs for the purpose of improving general health. Sunday breakfast was epic and positively geographic in scope -- a golden lake of eggs with wild Hen of the Woods shrooms, green garlic, fake meat, and Australian raw milk cheddar cooked and crammed across a large bluff of ciabatta bread alongside an Avo mound and the requisite red river of Srirachi sauce -- but, absent use of deep fryer, call for delivery, or late-night trip to Walgreen's (invariably for post-Purple Diesel Confection Jam), it was not much of a Jam. Late-night, as Grape endeavored to Be Healthy and King fought off an impending cold virus with succinct Cupcake Jam, Brandy's Pabst intake hovered on the edge of Jam territory but the Jam was not to Be. Brandy hopes to revisit the Jam later this week at the fine Jack's Bar as the NBA Playoffs (again, hopefully, perhaps even Surely) continue to deliver fine Athletic Theater best accompanied by a Boiled Pollo Burrito con Extra Avo to go from El Farolito + Bottomless Busch Beer Glass Jam. Until then, Jam on.