Wings (And not Paul McCartney Style)
I need them.
It’s been 7 days (approximately 164 hours) since I last had a plate of chicken wings. It was a Monday. Much like the Monday today, actually – sunny, warm with a slight breeze that let you know the weather was on your side. Vanessa, Tyler and I, stopped into our local “watering hole” for a plate of the infamous mind-blowing $2.50 wings. We ate. We laughed and then we ate some more. Halifax heat, was my choice, while they ate lemon pepper and BBQ, respectively.
It was over before I knew it, and by the time my feet touched the floor as we headed for the door, it was too late. It was over, but the cravings were just beginning. Tonight, we head back. We aim for victory.
We will conquer the wing. Twice. One plate for last week’s craving and one for the coming week’s (they (the cravings) are real). Hooley’s. 6pm. Be there.
Word. Life.
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