First, let me apologize for this post. I’m writing it in probably not the best mental state right now.

Let me also say that it’s pretty weird watching your best friend and girlfriend of the last many years walk past a TSA agent and some seat-belt stanchions (trying to figure out the right term for those things was a good 5 minutes of typing random things into Google) and knowing that for the next year she will be ten thousand miles away. How are you supposed to deal with something that has been looming since the relationship started but is now finally a reality?

After what felt like the longest 20 minute drive home ever, I knew that the only answer was to go on a raging bender. Which, for me at least, means a large pizza, a few beers, and plenty of bad movies.

Of course after 5 movies, 3 beers, nearly 4000 calories  and an ill-advised shopping spree on quasi-depressing indie music off Amazon later, I’m left wondering, what do I do next? Follow-up question: should I sign up for Amazon Prime so I can get my quasi-depressing indie music delivered faster?

Well, step one (after pizza/beer/movie bender) is to zap this dead blog back to life. What that means yet, I’m not sure.  Just rest assured it will be inane and full of crap that I probably would have just talked about with my GF were she around.

So, to anyone who reads this, all I can say is: Welcome back to the WRN adventure.

I have been waiting (im)patiently for Pinko to post about the KFC (Korean Fried Chicken) experience and he has finally done so. And he did so in a thoughtful and serious way that simultaneously impresses and disappoints me. I am impressed because I think he manages to cover the taste sensation well but I am disappointed because I feel that the emotion and tableside discussions were given short shrift.

For example, he describes the apportioning of the food correctly: 3 plain pieces, 3 savory sauce pieces, 2 sweet pieces, and 2 spicy pieces. He also correctly describes the full-on deliciousness of the chicken. He does not, however, describe the spirited debate and horrible chicken blasphemy that occurred during the meal. He mentions, in passing, that he likes honey on fried chicken and would have liked more but does not discuss the nefarious attempts he made to reapportion the fried chicken so that on future orders he would get a disproportionate share. I was forced to loudly and vociferously defend my right to enjoy both spicy and savory chicken. He was befuddled by how someone could enjoy a delicious tomato sauce on fried chicken. I didn’t even try to explain the concept of ketchup because he was past the point of listening to reason. Regardless, he would have omitted this delicious taste sensational from his personal suite of flavors and thus deprived himself of a valuable set of flavor characteristics when you only get the savory sauce with the spicy overtone.

Additionally, I feel that he has withheld information about the remainder of the evening from everyone and I am lodging a formal complaint. Unfortunately, I cannot actually tell you about the excluded portion of the evening because I (and this is my mistake!) hastily agreed to be blogger ethics signatory. So let this post stand as a flag planted in the internet to say that I will fight for the right of the internet to know about the other events that transpired that fateful evening and how they are, even now, slowly building to a force that may yet rock the ‘sphere to its very nonsensical foundations.

Thank you for your patience and please stay tuned for updates as I can provide them.