Too Much
Things I learned this weekend:
- There truly is no such thing as too many doughnuts. At least for me. As I ate my way across Kentucky's doughnut shops with 3 friends, eating several a day, effectively all day, I didn't once feel ill. This probably bodes ill for my old age, when I'll probably stop doing everything except eating sweets nonstop until I keel over.
- Speaking of keels, apparently in some fried chicken joints you can order a "keel". The keel is a strip of cartilage connecting the breasts. What does this mean when you see it on a menu? I have no idea. None of us were brave enough to order it or ask the (understandably) surly guy behind the counter.
- Flying home at the tail end of a weekend late at night before a big day at work is really not the best idea. Really.
- I still love horses almost as much as I did when I was a kid.
- I love cats even more than I did as a kid. This also probably bodes ill for my old age.
- College friends are great road trip / weekend trip / bourbon tasting / doughnut eating / music listening / joke telling companions. I'm awfully lucky to have so many of them in my life.
- Kentucky is way more fun than you'd think.