July 20, 2004
I'm back from Nashville. Actually, I got back yesterday but I was tired and didn't feel like updating, so back off. It was a fun trip, as always.
Today, Dave insisted I try a milkshake from Bruster's. I had never had one there (in fact, I'd been limited to their root beer float), and decided I was in the mood. Since the nearest Bruster's is just up the block across the street, it wasn't much of a drive to get there. Upon reaching the window, I ordered my shake exactly as Dave suggested: "Chocolate shake, extra thick, add malt."
In the words of Vincent Vega, "That's a pretty fucking good milkshake. I don't know if it's worth five dollars, but it's pretty fucking good."
(16:42)
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