Apparently it was the offensive line...

I gave it a shot and came up empty handed. We tried the irish pub first, but they didn't even have a tv, they suggested we try the German place across the road- they had the tv's and a lot of customers for a Monday night- even a couple of obnoxious American boys, but they didn't have the game- we went back to the Irish pub and had a pint that when I had finished it, seemed bigger than the pints I remember drinking, I felt a little inebriated, and so we decided to go home and make chocolate pudding- well I would make the pudding and Sylvain would have his fourth meal of the day at 10pm. 

Instead of watching the game, I hoped I could find a radio station that was streaming it- but no luck and I was left with refreshing the page for game updates... The loss was not unexpected, but as a Packer fan, hope springs eternal...

The chocolate pudding never set, and so essentially we have something like chocolate milk. 

Last night we made the mistake of watching Borat- I'd seen and found Ali G amusing, but I felt sad after watching Borat- a lot of which I heard instead of viewed. Sylvain and I found ourselves better things to do because frankly Borat was um, vulgar. Ali G was really good, but even technically, Borat was hugely disappointing. Sasha never struck me as someone who would ride on the coattails of his former success but it seems that he has here.