Jenny and Amber were fresh back from their yearly jaunt to Nashville, TN, where they discovered a tantalizing drink called a Bushwacker. Think Wendy's frosty but with the potential of being as much as 75% alcohol. Jenny's contribution was going to be some home made Bushwackers, so I made sure not to be DD that night. (Fyi, DD means "designated driver". Not "drunk driver" or "designated drunk" like my parents thought when I was first recalling this evening to them.)
After finishing rolling my dumplings and stuffing my cucumbers I was off to dinner. (Can't have a good blog post without a food related innuendo.)
Don't remember what we ate.
Don't remember what we talked about.
Don't remember why I made a note in my phone, and I quote, "I touched your bun (and not the dough boy)".
I think I got bushwacked. Though I don't know what I was expecting after three of them.
I leave you with the only reason we could remember as much of the evening as we did. The few photos we took that night!
(Celebrated October 27th, 2018)
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