Pulled pork and yams. Yum. It’s from some place on 11th St. and 7th Ave. My freshman year college roomie Lindsay is in town and we had gone to Wogie’s for happy hour and then started wandering. Dinner was delish, but I feel a bit guilty about the drinks.
Oh well, today is another day. A day in which Lindsay and I are going to go running. She was on our college’s track team and I basically used to tell her she was crazy for running. (In the past month, she has run a full and a half-marathon, which I do think is crazy :)) Anyway, earlier this week I told her to bring running clothes this weekend! My, how times have changed!
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