Pimento Cheese....here I come

So, I'm prepping myself for the Great Reception Event. I'm please to say I vanquished the pimento cheese, but I'm just not sure what to expect. Lord, please give me the strength to deal with Martha Nell Benton Britt Rogers for a whole night! She is not gone worry the sh*t outta me. I mean this. I'm looking forward to seeing my Bigmama and getting that feeling I get each and every time my spirit finds itself home again.

The Bee does Beantown

Boston is only 12 miles wide. How can that be? I've encountered at least 10 nationalities just by hailing cabs. The drivers have all been wonderful though, and we've talked about everything from hybrid cars to the merits of a good cigarette...I'm still not buying that last one. I've run into some really nice people...who ever knew a New England town could serve up some good ole southern hospitality? And, then there have been a few not so nice ones... Shout out to the biotch in Mickey Ds who would not refill my sweet tea! But we won't let the tea nazi ruin this trip. The lobster at Legal was worth getting lost for, and I still want to get to Harvard and Paul Revere House.