The wings weren’t that spicy

A good time last night hanging out at Freeway. The time at Freeway was interesting because I’ve been in a lively discussion with a couple of them online. It was good to meet them in person; that always changes the shape of the discussion. The relational dimension is always a huge part of any discussion.

Afterwards, a few of us went out for a snack at Philthy McNasty’s. Jordon and I ordered the foolish wings. They make you sign this waiver:

They were hot but not that hot.

I could tell stories but I promised not to talk about the time Jordon snorted Pepsi up his nose and spewed it all over the table laughing. Good times.