so, i met the bacon boys. (i'm sorry, guys, that's just what i happen to call you, sometimes, in conversation.) while in new york, i threw a little shindig, and at this shindig, the boys showed up. i had no idea what they looked like, so i kept an eye out for two boys with bacon grease stained shirts. brandon & craig showed up, instead. i knew it was them because i heard one of them say to his girlfriend, "we have to go find this girl." this girl, me.
i followed them to the back of the bar and introduced myself: "are you craig or brandon?"
luckily, it was, and they were wearing bacon buttons to prove it.
i'm sure you're dying to know who these guys are, these two young men who have made preaching the gospel of bacon such a big part of their lives. i was, too. so, what were they like? just nice. really, no grease stains, no lingering bacon scent, nothing. just two fellas who like bacon. a lot.
we only talked for a short while, but i was glad to have met them and talk about food, coincidences and big plans. you may actually get to hear from them yourselves, so don't go anywhere just yet...
12:11 AM | 4 comments
i followed them to the back of the bar and introduced myself: "are you craig or brandon?"
luckily, it was, and they were wearing bacon buttons to prove it.
i'm sure you're dying to know who these guys are, these two young men who have made preaching the gospel of bacon such a big part of their lives. i was, too. so, what were they like? just nice. really, no grease stains, no lingering bacon scent, nothing. just two fellas who like bacon. a lot.
we only talked for a short while, but i was glad to have met them and talk about food, coincidences and big plans. you may actually get to hear from them yourselves, so don't go anywhere just yet...
12:11 AM | 4 comments
