Tonight I am sleeping under the stars.
In a parking lot.
All because I am in love with Chick-fil-A.
I blame it on the waffle fries.
They have powers that make you do such crazy things.
More than once.
Fail, fail, fail.
170 people showed up at 6am for only 100 slots.
My lucky ticket wasn't so lucky.
I held out hope until the very end.
But they had no love for my sad little 483988, or for Jason's 484062.
So we walked away sad and chicken-less.
We commiserated over our favorite breakfast,
and napped off the sadness on the beach.
Not the same as a hot, noisy, crowed parking lot.
But not too bad either.
We'll get you next time Chick-fil-A.
We love you that much.
Even though you broke our hearts a little bit.