Ah, the bittersweet feeling of friends gathering before the inevitable U-Haul ride.
Random bits of stories from last night.
  • A group of intoxicated Siberian oil workers successfully drove and parked a friends Camaro after winning some arm-wrestling matches
  • A woman caught her hair on fire while signing the guest book that was placed near a lit candelabra at a friend's wedding
  • "You and I both know what we want." - Said the scary lady to our friend after commenting on his fabulous sideburns
I try to acknowledge and embrace the bitter-sweet feelings. Have fun, push the inevitable moves out of the mind, drink vodka and eat devilled eggs.

Question. Why are hard-boiled eggs with mayo, mustard, and other bits (depending on the maker) called devilled eggs?

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