I blacked out.
Somewhere in between the mac and cheese and the corn bread.
The second helping of oneofeverything.
The failed attempt at a scotch tasting.
I woke up Sunday morning in a puddle of my own gravy, shirt soaked in cranberry sauce, surrounded by a graveyard of empty Celebration Ale’s, with vague memories of diving head first into a trough of....
Ok this is getting gross. Obviously I’m kidding but you get the idea. Lot’s of eating/drinking. I’m just going to catch everyone up with some pictures.
Coming soon:
New beer friend.
New recipe.
1st restaurant review.
That is all.
- Fat Kid
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