Last night Michael, Julie, Janel, and I went to the NC State Fair in Raleigh. We figured that all people need to enjoy some occasional and wholesome carnie fun. Actually, the main motive operative in all our minds was an excuse to ingest vascular toxins and not feel the slightest trickle of guilt. So here’s the breakdown for Drew:
1) Giant roasted turkey leg. I’m talking like a 5 pound piece of meat. Have you ever seen the Flintstones and the brontosaurus legs they eat? Mmm….
2) Blooming onion. The Outback keystone makes its way to the mass market.
3) Dipped vanilla cone. The favorite by far. By this time, I’ve already got sticky traces of turkey juice plastered on my face, and my breath reeks of deep-fried onion. It is at this point that I ask myself, “Self, do you really need any more food?” Self quips back, “If I don’t get my ice cream, I’m going to throw a hissy fit!” Drew gets Self ice cream- STAT.
so now you’re just ….married… instead of married to a beautiful wife? i think i resent that.