First off, a big hand to the ladies of SJI for taking my sorry ass out tonight. It was a rum-filled evening and now I'm feeling a bit girl-drink drunk. Paper umbrellas for everyone!
For some reason, dinner reminded me of going to New Orleans back in 1995. The Mule and I had spent a whole week totally OD-ing on meat filled that, meat filled this, and the meat filled other thing. The last morning we were there, we ordered pancakes and waffles for a change. Without missing a step, our waitress immediately wanted to know, "what kind of meat y'all want with that". Not IF, mind you. Could this be a reason I haven't been back to New Orleans since?
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