For anyone that knows me well you would probably know that my favorite national holidays, in no particular order, are as follows: MANFAST, Memorial Day, Labor Day...AND, the grand mecca of all things awesome & holiday on the same date: FAT TUESDAY.
I'm not even Catholic. I don't even do fucking lent. I don't even know WHAT lent IS or why Jesus would give a shit whether or not you cut out cupcakes or something equally as trivial for a month, what I do know is that out of my five major ethnicities, aside from the Irish, German, Finnish, and British I am pretty damn fucking POLISH. Hell, my great grandma's last name on my father's name was Galkonski, I'm pretty sure I'm qualified.
As a tradition that I used to do several years ago, I took my little sidekick bff, Rachel, and we went bright and early to New Palace Bakery in Hamtramck where legitimate Polish people prepare over a dozen different types of flavors of the most amazing fried dough pastry ever to grace this good earth. There we stood in line, breathing in the fresh Hamtramck air, shoulder to shoulder (or in Rachel's case it would be face in crotch because she's only 4'9") with the indigenous Polish folk of Hamtramck and taking whiffs of the amazing fried phenomenon of the Glorious Packzi for HOURS (I think usually an hour at least), in the cold sometimes, just because they are THAT fucking awesome.
What am I getting at with all of this? All I want to know is, this year....WHO'S coming WITH MEH?
That's right, I want YOU, to come and indulge in one of the things I like the most in this world with me, and hell, if you make the trip I may even treat you to one. So:
What: The honor and glory of accompanying me down to the Golden Polish Land of Promise and Mind-Blowing Baked Goods
Where: New Palace Bakery, Hamtramck. It's RIGHT downtown, I can't remember the street, but I can drive there. I WILL come back to this later when I'm at my house and give an actual address.
When: February 16th, The Day of All Fat Reckoning, 2pm approximately
How: How...will I find a ride? How will I know where to meet up with Chernobyl? How come Cherny is so awesome that she's treating me to a free jelly filled delicious donut so long as it's not something gross like custard because Chernobyl CANNOT condone ANYONE ruining a packzi by filling it with custard? All of these questions and more can be directed towards my inbox.
This is not a SUPER ultra formal event obviously so if you'd like a casual person to talk to in a casual place at a casual event-type meeting, then I can do that. The only thing I cannot offer you is casual sex. Leave messages if interested!
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