Follow-Up Friday

I just wanted to add a few details to my post from last night. I didn’t do so last night because a) that post was long as shit… b) I was falling asleep… c) I am lazy.

A few amendments/additions/clarifications:

*when I say “small-town” bar crawl, I really mean, “tiny-city” bar crawl. I mean, to most people, a 20K population is a small town. Not to Bev. Mayberry’s population was 253 in 2013, and its residents are dying by the week, guys. And we all know ain’t nobody movin’ to Mayberry. OK, I guess there are a lot of tweakers moving in, but you catch my drift. This 20,000-person “small town” is probably going to have a stoplight and a gas station. In a Mayberrian’s standards, this is a city.

It just is.

*I would like to officially state here that my last name is pronounced Gold-in-steen. Like, it rhymes with ethylene, not turpentine. I only used the word ethylene because of ethylene glycol (the scientific name for antifreeze) because I am obsessed with murder shows (as you know) and I will always have a special place in my heart for ethylene glycol- not literally (hopefully), but you get it. I have a story about this, but I know that I will forget to share it here. Can one of my loyal readers remind me to share my ethylene glycol story next week? Edith? Loretta? Keith? MamaG?

Jesus, I actually just typed this sentence?

Can one of my loyal readers remind me to share my ethylene glycol story next week?

STILL SINGLE, FOLKS.

-Bev

P.S.- you know what town I bet IS small? This one:

(this was a comment on a Facebook status Karen posted about our trip)

Thanks, Carla! We will certainly be headed a mile or so south of K-4, and I have high, HIGH hopes for this “burger place and beer joint” you speak of. I’m sure it ain’t no Henning House, but then I bet you wouldn’t know, would you, Carla?

P.P.S.- I think it’d be a good idea to stay abreast of Bev’s Instagram activity this weekend, guys. #JustSayin