I’ve had a pretty hardcore addiction to pickles and all things picked since I was a wee one.
I remember sneaking into the kitchen as a child and drinking pickle juice using a straw from the jar. I’d then put a little water in the jar so my mom wouldn’t notice my scandalous behavior. I don’t think she would have even cared seeing as how I was probably the only one who ate the pickles in the first place. As an adult, there is no sneaking, I’ve been known to chug a whole jar of the green juice without even thinking about just how much sodium I consumed. As I said, I’m a scandalous one.
And if you ask Krista, scandalous is just what our night in Madison this weekend was like. Sorta. I even did an over sized shot of tequila. ICK! I haven’t done a shot of tequila since my dorm days. I mean, I can hardly handle a fruity margarita with it mixed in. But I was a champ and drank like the big kids. So much that I’m not quite sure I remember all of our night out. But I do know I had a blast, danced around a few street poles and wore my sunglasses much of the night while singing the song. Before we headed home for the night we grabbed two over sized slices of pizza and we walked home (drunk) in the rain.
Perfect weekend! And, it made me really, REALLY miss college. I did not party nearly enough. True story.
On Saturday afternoon, Krit and I headed out for some much-needed greasy food to cure our hang overs. Cheeseburger In Paradise was our restaurant of choice. I didn’t even know one of those existed in Wisconsin. And let me just say, deep fried pickles might be my new favorite food. I tried them for my first time there and discovered that I waited 25 years too long to stuff my belly full of those beauties. I’ll likely even attempt to make them at home myself. YUM.
This weekend was just fun. Good and hardy fun. And I fully intend to spend more nights in Madison because it is such a cool town – so much to do, so much to look at, people watching, good food, drinks and one of my best friends. Perfect package.
