Died and Gone To Heaven
Some friends of mine are getting married in a few weeks. Among other
wedding-related activities, they’re planning a picnic. A few nights
ago, the bride-to-be calls up and leaves a voicemail:
“We’re testing out recipes for the picnic. Do you want to come over and taste test fried chicken Wednesday night?”
Do I want to taste-test fried chicken? As in, multiple versions of fried chicken in the same night? Hell yeah!
