So, usually every morning before I head out the door or while I’m walking to work, I scroll through my Timehop feed, which, if you don’t know what that is, is basically an app that shows you all of your social media posts on that particular day through the years.
But this morning, I didn’t because I had to go to a briefing on the Hill at 8 a.m., which made things a little difficult for me this morning.
Ended up reading the posts on my way home, and I discovered something funny about April 2: it is apparently a day on which I just really want to eat chicken wings.
As in Joe Bob’s Chicken Palace in Sparks, Nev. I went with friend Zeller that one time, and haven’t been back since.
As in that restaurant that’s literally a mile away from where I live and I’ve only been there once, as well. Hmmm.
And then there was tonight, when I randomly decided sometime after 5 p.m. that I required chicken wings, and was able to convince the elusive friend Emily to join me on this quest. For the record, we went to Fuel, where I have been several times.