Not really. 

But it's tempting...

Yesterday my sweet friend Michelle's husband Haggis (aka Garret, but who does real names in aviation?) took command of the VAW-124 Bear Aces.  They had an awesome party at a place that was like a utopia for comfort food lovers.

Todd Jurich's Burger Bar is well known for burgers, fries, milkshakes.  The centerpieces on the tables were baskets of cookies.  There was a baked brie wheel that was bigger than a large pizza.  There were lobster rolls, cheeseburgers, and crab cakes.  I'm so happy they had the party at this place because if I had moved away without checking it out I would have been sad.  Very sad.

The point of this is simple.  Michelle sweetly purchased me a Cosmopolitan in honor of my birthday and this blog.  It was seriously the biggest and strongest Cosmo I have ever consumed.  Like whoa.



It was delicious.  I got buzzed drunk.  John was thrilled.

But I was dying to try the milkshakes.  And this Mcfatty didn't have the guts to order one while all the other girls were sipping their tonic water and picking at their fruit.  I already had grease stains on my dress from the burgers and fries.  I was a class act.

So next time you see me at a party and feel like purchasing me a drink, remember, my blog name has changed to Keep Calm and Have a MILKSHAKE.  I thank you in advance.