Breda’s Pig Candy. If you haven’t tried it, mere words cannot describe. It is the perfect food.
A sight to make Sarah Brady burst into tears: the kitchen counter at Phlegmmys where we all got a chance to fondle each other’s shootin’ iron. There were no duplicates in the lot.
Phlegmmy’s Tequila shooter:
Although all of the illustrious bloggers present were quite photogenic, there were enough who didn’t want photos posted online that I didn’t even bother taking any of people. If you want to see what they look like, then show up next time.
Worthies in attendance:
I hope I’m not leaving anyone out.
The concentration of awesome in Phlemmy’s place was amazing. Stories were told that can’t be repeated, jokes were told that shouldn’t be repeated. Everyone had a great time, and Phlegmmy REALLY knows how to host a great party. She’s made of 100% win.
And I confess to a fanboy moment. I pulled into the parking lot behind AD, and when he got out of his truck, he said, “You’re Alan, right?” OMG!
I can’t wait for the next one.