Happy Birthday, Francis
Yesterday was Francis Grunow's 34th birthday, which was celebrated at the historic Garden Bowl on Woodward Ave. It was the densest concentration of young and hip Detroiters since the grand re-opening of the DIA . I swear. I know a hundred or so people in this city and all but 6 of them were there. I learned many things over the course of an evening of drinking, bowling and, well, even more drinking. Vodka actually glows when exposed to black light. How I got through college without discovering this is beyond me. Maybe I was too drunk or something to notice. If professional bowling had women as cute as some of those who were at the Garden Bowl, the PBA Championships would be the highest rated show on television. I also learned that my neighborhood really is famous. Not only did we get mentioned in The Onion but people kept walking up to me, talking about how much they liked Gracie See's Pizza when they were there last week (I only recommended the place a couple hundred time