Well, I survived another pub crawl and managed not to do anything stupid, other than trying to order mashed potatoes at Raising Cane’s at least two times. Turns out they don’t carry mashed potatoes. But their chicken ended up being just what I needed at 1:30 a.m.
All in all, it was a great turnout, and everyone seemed to have a good time. Strangers made friends, and we hopefully gave a hefty boost to the hardworking Highlands bartenders.
There’s a reason this only happens once a year, and now my liver is on a break … except for two trips to the Kentucky Bourbon Festival this week.
And so it goes …