Return to the scene of the crime!

We spent this last weekend in the mountains near Boone. On the way up there (I was alone) I stopped at the Town Tavern to see my friend. Town Tavern was the place where I asked G's parents for their permission to propose to her. It was an interesting time. But unfortunately my friend, the owner, wasn't in til later around 9:00 p.m. I ordered wings and a diet coke. I really didn't think about what happened one month earlier? One funny thing happened though, I asked my server what the difference was between Sirachia and hot wings and she didn't know? Not the best service I have ever had. And once word got back to the owner, he let her have it.

We all (me, G, her parents and her sister and bro-in-law) returned to the Town Tavern on Monday night for a drink before dinner and they were packed.

Appalachian State students + 35 cent wings= $2 bud bottles+ MNF = a crowd.

I briefly thought of the July visit but it didn't last long...

Bottom line, it felt really good to get back there with the parents. It kind of wipes all that grossness I had in July out the window and only leaves the answer I needed...YES, YOU HAVE OUR BLESSING!