I don't usually talk about what I do when I go out with my crew. Partly I do this because I am a "slam clicker" (someone who goes to their room, shuts and locks the door)therefore nothing happens, and well some of the little restaurants are just exciting to me, there isn't really anything to rave about, but I just like them. This week my crew had heard of Gus' famous chicken in Memphis on the travel channel, so we had to check it out. It was some awesome chicken; grease galore! It took a while to make, so we knew it was fresh. Can't get any better with cheesy memorabilia, large amounts of beer, and genuinely great company. The only downer was that it was a good mile and a half from the hotel and we had to walk home in a down pour of rain, and I was the only one without a hood. I looked like a drown rat with my crew looking refreshed and ready to play some more. At that point I definitely slammed clicked and burrowed into my warm bed.
I don't usually talk about what I do when I go out with my crew. Partly I do this because I am a "slam clicker" (someone who goes to their room, shuts and locks the door)therefore nothing happens, and well some of the little restaurants are just exciting to me, there isn't really anything to rave about, but I just like them. This week my crew had heard of Gus' famous chicken in Memphis on the travel channel, so we had to check it out. It was some awesome chicken; grease galore! It took a while to make, so we knew it was fresh. Can't get any better with cheesy memorabilia, large amounts of beer, and genuinely great company. The only downer was that it was a good mile and a half from the hotel and we had to walk home in a down pour of rain, and I was the only one without a hood. I looked like a drown rat with my crew looking refreshed and ready to play some more. At that point I definitely slammed clicked and burrowed into my warm bed.
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Cute! And how fun, you know, except for the rain...
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