I don’t even know what “Low Country Boil” means but it has to do with throwing a bunch of food on a table and then letting your friends body check each other to get to it. Not pretty.
Last night, my friends Kristianna and Steve had a little shindig at their house. All these people….
…are trying to get to this.
Potatoes, corn, shrimp, crab legs, and sausage all boiled in a big pot and dumped on a table. It felt very Man vs Food. If you throw it on a table, they will come.
(By the way, I just wanted to thank Cely for introducing a photo editor into my life that may suck the rest of my free time that isn’t taken by blogging.)
Along with the amazing food, I also enjoyed one or eight of these.
Don’t adjust your Reader. I did, in fact, enjoy a beer that was not a Bud Light.
Kristianna and I chatted. We haven’t seen each other in awhile so it was nice to catch up.
At one point, she made out with my husband and asked me to photograph it.
It’s the Ke$ha shirt. The ladies can’t get enough of it.
We both had a great time seeing everyone.
Even you, Nietche.
Um…you have something on your face.