As opposed to Sausagefest, which you find in any Atlanta bar on a Saturday night. (RIMSHOT!)
Some years back, I spent a summer working the early-morning stocking shift in a Boulder Barnes & Noble. I dearly hated stocking the diet books, which flew off the shelves, and thus needed to be replenished almost daily. I shared this with my mother, saying I was going to puke if I ever saw another copy of "The Zone Diet" -- she suggested (as I wasn't a terribly healthy eater) that perhaps I should try one of them out. I responded that I'd write my own -- "The Beer and Bacon Diet."
I never followed up that idea. But Friday, the Wall told me that she would be attending a BaconFest over the weekend. A BaconFest with BEER.
Left to right: The Wall, bacon, DJ Prey)
So yesterday, I headed down to Dad's Garage, joining the girls for bacon. And beer.
Recipe for a good time.
You'd be amazed how much bacon and beer you can consume, even as you're feeling yourself get unhealthier by the minute.
Celebrity sighting: that's Sir Francis Bacon there! The real thing, I'm presuming.
The Wall went to the bathroom, saying as she left "Don't put anything in my drink." Where I come from, that's a challenge.
Chicks dig the PPA, and kept on asking to have their photos taken with the famous blogger. Or something. She's wearing the Bac-ini, I shit you not. (Made with turkey bacon, she told us, if you want to make one at home.)
Don't ask me. I really have no clue.