After a nice Thanksgiving vacation in Sardis, I'm back in Erie and back to the grind. The vacation didn't actually end all that splendidly with me getting sick on the way home from Drover's. I'm still not sure what happened but I'm thinking it was the Chocolate Extreme Blizzard. Too much extreme to mix with hot wings.
It was a pretty rough ride home. Thankfully Trista is a more than capable driver. I always knew she was a caring person, and that attribute showed when I was sick. She deals with sick people all day at work but is very comforting even when I'm sure she doesn't want to be.
I proclaimed on the way home that I was never eating at Drover's again. Now you know that's not going to happen. That's like a frat boy with a hangover saying he's never going to drink again. It'll happen. But next time, the wings won't be chased by I Chocolate Extreme Blizzard.
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