The real purpose was to go to the closest Sonic to Charly-West. And let me tell you, G and I were excited enough that we parked the car and walked to the picnic tables at the front of the Sonic because there was no way we could fit all the food we wanted in the car.
I was also excited enough to forget there is a "Park" on my shifter. Caught myself, and the car, about 4 feet into a slow roll backwards.
Fear not intrepid reader o' mine, G was fine.
One Chili-Cheese Coney with Tots and a soda for each of us, a SuperSonic Jalapeno DOuble Cheeseburger and Butterfinger Blast for Greco, and a BBQ Cheeseburger Toaster (yes, with bacon AND onion rings on it) and Cherry CreamSlush Treat for me.
Here you can see the joy inspired by this trip.
The joy that caused Greco to text DT every mile on the interstate to let him know we were one mile closer.
The joy that permitted us to fit all of our food into our bellies.
What, you don't believe me?
There was, sadly, one lonely tater tot which had fallen off the table unbeknownst to us. I saw it as we were leaving and realized we had LONG ago passed the five-second rule.
Although I also must admit that speed was our ally in finishing the food. Total time from food brought to us through food all in bellies could not have exceed 15 minutes.
Don't worry Mom and Dad, this is NOT what I do everyday. Or even once a week. Maybe once a month. And usually with much better ingredients and less processed schtuff.
Speaking of which, I have menu planning to do for a Saturday night dinner party. It came together in the bar last night. There's pork, jerk, and mango involved. Check back next week for the goods...