Wings... one of life's little ironies. God's way of having a little fun with us. Why else would he tempt us with something so good to eat, but impossible to do gracefully? And guys (or ladies), if you're in a relationship and not sure you think it's working out, if you're looking for an easy way to end it, just take your not-so-significant other out for dinner and let her or him see you eat wings. You won't have to worry about ending it... after seeing you imitate a Neanderthal with the carnage of bones on your plate and sauce covering every orifice on your face, you'll be lucky if they hang around long enough for the bill to arrive.

Fortunately for me, Kylie's known me long enough that she's willing to see past this humbling craving of mine. Buffalo Wild Wings is probably my favorite stop for wings, so we lathered up our faces and fingers with BBQ sauce before heading over to a park in Addison for an outdoor showing of The Sandlot. Other than the herds of Junebugs flying around (it is June after all), it was a fantastic way to catch a free classic movie out in the grass on a blanket on a Saturday night.