Worst burger experience of my life

Yesterday my brother asked me to go to a jazz ensemble with him. This sounds like a pretty easy night (unless you're aware of my backwards sleep schedule, then going out at any time past 6PM is a herculean task.) What he neglected to mention was the fact that it was apparently -30C (that's -22F for freedomland residents) and we had to walk there. Honestly, the walk over wasn't too bad though. 

The jazz performers were really good. I especially liked the pianist, since it was clear that he loved music more than anything. When he did piano solos, he'd do silly gestures and faces with the drummers. I think that if you truly love the art you're doing, it'll make it good by extension. Audiences are pretty good at gauging passion, even if the execution leaves more to be desired in the end. The pianist was like, objectively good, but his passion made his performance much more engaging when compared to say, a professional skill focused pianist who sits completely still the whole performance. The passion is what I love in art, never the skill.

That aside, though. We walked across the street to the burger place afterwards, where my brother bought me the titular burger. To be clear, the burger itself wasn't bad. But attempting to eat a burger, bare handed in -30C, whilst we're walking through a foot of snow, and tears from the wind are freezing on my face, unable to feel any of my hand, isn't exactly the type of experience I imagine was intended by Dairy Queen when they made my burger. Also my brother laughed at my burger persistence so I took this photo.

I also think I gave myself frostbite on specifically my left ear, since it hurts to touch now. Average Saturday for me at this point though.