Corn doggin'

Yesterday I celebrated the natal day of my dear friend Cleo.
In honor of her we decided to spend the day imbibing beverages of the alcoholic nature(!)

We are both very southern in our own respect so we met for pulled pork sandwiches and I turned her onto my new favorite drink I consumed with gusto in Egypt. I don’t know the name but it is lemonade, gin and soda water. Refreshing to the nth degree!

We moved onto the Duplex for drinks with Terra. We coyly ask if they have lemonade. They say 'Sure! Two Lemonades coming up!'
" No, no sir, please add a tad of gin and soda to that."

Then we stammer over to Cowgirl Hall of Fame.
Here we again ask if they serve lemonade and then ask for extra ingredients.
Feeling quite boozled we decide for snacks.
"Godammit I know what I’m gettin', Corndogs!" Cleo announces.
Heaven!
We order and as we are deep throating massive fried dough and wiener with ketchup running over our chins, World Famous Club Kid Kenny Kenny walks by.

He looks at me in utter horror as I am gorging the man stick.
I choke up and yell, "Hey Darling!"
I get up to kiss him and he rears back and looks the other way. I'm puzzled but don't say anything.
We chat for a minute and he cannot take his eyes off our snacks.
Then in a daze he just glides off.

Cleo and I loose our minds. The running joke for the rest of the day was, "Kenny Kenny caught us Corndoggin!"
This morning I wake up and this email awaits me:

'Hi lover, what was that thing you were eating today, I didn't know if I
should have been attracted to it or scared of it, your amazing, lovely seeing u
Anyway, talk soon love kenny '