Telling our stories our way
Her: Hey man, so my fiancé’s doing a pop up this coming Thursday at Tiki Chick!
Me: Wha!? Ok! Lemme see if the Firecracker and I can make it
My buddy Katrina hit me up the other day to tell me that her boyfriend fiancé was bartending at my local bar, Tiki Chick.
So, off we went.
He made this drink he called the Aaaaaaaaah! for the Halloween theme of the night and it was honestly delicious – one of the best drinks I’d ever had.
Unfortunately, it was a little sweet, so I only had one.
But we kept getting comped drinks – both by her fiancé and the waiter – that we got pretty snockered.
I also ate a lot, including two chicken sammies and this footlong hotdog with chili and spam.
There’s a lot more that’s been going on but two other things happened, the first of which was that I got my annual flu shot.
Then the Firecracker caught a cold, and I started feeling a bit rough, but I chalked it up to the shot.
Her: Are you blaming me for your cold?
Me: Yes.
Her: That’s fair.
Nope, I got sick as well and had the worst bout of insomnia I’d had for years, coupled with nightmares and noctambulation.
Plus, later on this week, I’m getting a steroid injection into my back, so…unfun.
I’ll tell you more once this brain fog goes away.
Location: bed, sick. Send soup.
Mood: craptastic
Music: We’ll see how far it goes I said (Spotify)
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