I know, I KNOW.
In case you couldn’t tell by my Tweets, I’m in Madison right now. The land where New Glarus Brewing company beers flow from the tap like water and you can’t walk more than five feet without hitting a cheese curd.
Yes, seriously. It might be love.
We’re in-town for Galina’s bachelorette party and it has already been a whirlwind weekend. Between listening to a band play late-night on The Terrace, a beast of a long run this morning and a trip to the Farmers’ Market (I bought an entire loaf of spicy cheese bread and just started eating), I feel like we have managed to do absolutely everything and nothing at the same time.
And did I mention that I’m amongst kindred spirits who appreciate the fine art of the FroYo bar? Because there’s that too. After one cup of a sample-sized cake batter-oreo-pretzels-heath-sprinkles arrangement, I crossed the street to get some of the old school probiotic tart-stuff loaded up with fruit.
To quote Mikey Cyrus, “It’s the best of both worlds.”
My dignity is gone.
Tonight’s goal? To figure out whether or not I really can rock an orange dress with an exposed zipper. For $17, I figured it was worth a shot.
What’s your favorite FroYo topping?
Have you ever been to a destination bachelorette party? Where?