I write this with homemade maple jalapeno cornbread in my mouth, gifted to me by the bar staff at my local pub this evening. This is simultaneously the best and most unexpected thing I’ve ever brought home from a bar, my significant other excepted.
This got me thinking: what is the weirdest thing you’ve brought home from the bar, Lemmy?
Ha, bar! I moved across the country in such a fashion that I connect with no one and sit in my apartment alone drinking on Friday nights.
Sounds fun though!!
Boo! Go to a bar and ask someone weird questions! You might get cornbread, who knows?
Raising one to you my friend - I know how tough it is to connect with people after moving sometimes. 👊