A few days ago I mentioned that I've found a bunch of Western New Yorkers at work - or rather, they found me. I think there must be a homing beacon or something, someone says "Wegmans" and it's like Buffalonians and Rochesterites come skidding around corners and hurtling down staircases to holler a Braveheart-esque: "WEGMANS!!!" and share in their love of the best grocery store on the planet. We also all share a secret shame in our pasts: zubaz in Bills colors, worn almost daily in the weeks preceding Super Bowl XXV. That fashion travesty - along with seven foot snowstorms - is enough to bring anyone together.
We've decided to get together and watch the Sabres square off with the Bruins in Game 1 tonight, and I'm psyched. It's Miller time.
In other news, I have a big anniversary with the Sig O coming up. Bet you can't guess where we met over five years ago! Here's a hint: though our mutual friend Foote Steppes likes to say he was the one who introduced us, we really owe it to "John."
To celebrate, we're heading to Newport for some much needed R&R and of course some champagne toasts. I hear those mansions are pretty swank, so maybe we'll check out some listings and see if we can't get ourselves a nice summer home.
Mantelpiece
3 weeks ago
2 comments:
Hmm I distinctly remember my mom making me a Bills-colored zubaz mini skirt out of an old pair of my brother's pants.
What a great mom she must be! And I heard she found some used ones on ebay for her son last year, too! She sounds like the best AEB - YOU'RE LUCKY.
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