Something annual Buffalo Wild Wings season trip thing

If you’ve known me for a long time (and by a long time, I mean several years), you might know that I had a tradition called the Annual Buffalo Wild Wings Winter Trip. It started completely randomly when we realized we had gone to Buffalo Wild Wings in the middle of the winter, surrounded by snow, for two years in a row. It was also more significant back then because all of my friends and I were off at different universities trying to earn our undergraduate degrees, and this was the time when we all came back for academic break.

After we graduated with our Bachelor’s degrees and we went different paths – some got employed while others went to different graduate schools for Master’s degrees – the tradition sort of died down. The tradition then proceeded to completely die after I moved to California, because I was the main one who organized the trips and vlogged them.

I don’t know if this counts, but seeing as I’m back in Illinois for a week, Ed and I decided to go to Buffalo Wild Wings. We didn’t vlog this trip, and we didn’t see our old server Adam who was our waiter for a few years in a row (who ended up moving out-of-state), but we still got our boneless chicken.

Buffalo Wild Wings with Ed

Buffalo Wild Wings with Ed

Buffalo Wild Wings with Ed

Ed proceeded to look at the second photograph, see his own face, and say “what a beautiful boy.”

 

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