Country Fried

Took a trip up to Gainesville to see Midtown Dickens, eat, and drink. (This are a few of my favorite things) The entire ride up we were starving so I was speeding and got pulled over, but not ticketed thank god.
We finally make it to Flying Biscuit and ready to tear shit up. I don't think they knew how anticipated this meal was, seemed like the staff was a little to concerned with christmas decorations than taking this fatty's order.

Eventually I deicide to get the country fried chicken with mac n chz and green beans.
The chicken was 'breaded'-herb friend which I liked better because, it seems to be a bit healthier.
Personally I like to kill two birds with one stone by getting a lil chicken and mac through the fork.
And of course I can't really enjoy all of this country goodness without my good friend Tabasco.
This meal alone was totally worth the almost ticket/2 hour drive.

To top it off we had a few beers around a small bon fire. While talking shit about life and tattoos Tay roasted some marshmallows. We also listened to some band called; Dark, Dark, Dark...I really liked it.

The ride home we stopped outside of Inverness at the BP, where we were greeted by a overly friendly cashier and some drunks looking for some cigs. I also appreciated the kitten moo-moo's in the window. Our bladders were about to burst as we rush toward the bathroom, and conveniently enough only the men's room was open. As I opened the door some hick comes storming out and all that I could think to say is that "It's ok."

It was a really good night, the weather was perfect, our bellies were full, and had some uncomfortable laughs.

-emjo