Dispatches from Buffalo, Part Two

Dear All,

Buffalo--you gotta love it. Last night, my acquaintances and I went to dinner at some restaurant that specializes in vegetarian cuisine. (NOTE: This morning, I went to breakfast by myself, and I felt rather clandestine when I began eating bacon. THICK-CUT bacon. And it was GOOD.) The restaurant was nice, the food was good (bear in mind that I'm not against vegetarianism; I'd actually really like to be vegetarian, if my hypoglycemia didn't occasionally demand massive on-the-spot infusions of protein, which meat works well for) (but, even though I want to be a vegetarian, I still like bacon) (I wonder if the breakfast buffet has closed...) and the restaurant was decorated with photographs taken by a local artist. The pictures fell into four categories: Niagara Falls, plastic professional wrestler figurines, bridges, and punk-rock shows. All in all, nice decor.

But here's where it gets good: On the way back from the restaurant, there was a billboard advertising a local rock group called "Mini-KISS." That's right--it's a KISS tribute band, made up entirely of little people. We all stared in awe.