Today, she and I, and a few colleagues hit up this place for beer and hot wings:
Yes, I know it has an unfortunate name, but 35 cent wings are nothing to turn down. And for being a sports bar, it wasn't overwhelmingly so. Good wings, decent beer and awesome stories.
But we weren't done yet - we changed locales, to a good ol' favorite:
And guess what I had there? Not breakfast! No biscuits with honey but old-fashioned blueberry pie. When W and I went the other night to celebrate her new car, I had a brownie sundae but was lusting after everyone else's pies because they looked good. Tonight, I was lusting after T's strawberry rhubarb pie. That's what I'm getting next time - as long as I'm not in the mood for breakfast!
Tonight was not my normal group of people to hang out with and it was definitely a blast! We've got to do this more often - and I have to acquire a better taste for beer. No hard cider cop-outs for me at the Wet Spot!