Hot and Spicy

Comatose and bloated in my bed after a gluttonous feast at Buffalo Wild Wings with the gang. We're once again stuck in Milford, CT in the same hotel next to the same Bennigans. It was time for a change of scenery.

Thus, the wingfest...waaaaaaay too hot, waaaaaaay too many, and waaaaaaaaay too expensive, but we did it. Argh.

After my lips stopped burning violently, I went into some sort of wing hangover and felt dizzy. But it was well worth it. Non-winglovers might be confused and think that I did not enjoy my night, but the truth is in fact the opposite. I am reveling in the glory that was buffalo wings. I'll look back on this feeling with fondness tomorrow, when I will be spending every available minute on the toilet.

In other news, we only have 10 shows left! Thereafter, I shall return to PA, then to WI, and then to IL to stay.

We have embarked upon Secret Santa on the tour, as well. I know not who mine is, but he/she has already graced me with a Starbucks gift card and some candycane-flavored PopRocks. Excellent.