Back On My Bullshit

This weekend, my friend told me that I was back on my bullshit when I decided to get cute and wear a wig. While I laughed and thought about the previous version of myself

Time Out! It's Wingfest!

I am admittedly not a frequent visitor to Wrigleyville given my upbringing in St. Louis and dismay for displays of drunkeness by Cubs fans. But...the things we do for chicken wings...