Took a trip today to a small town called New Palestine out in farming country. I used to visit someone there in the early 90's. I remember it as a bit of a dump, run down houses with beat up old trucks sitting around in overgrown yards. Today we went to a wealthy new suburb on the outskirts. Big houses on 2 acre lots.
It was a birthday for a 90 year old distant relative. Country hospitality gone mad. They had a huge kitchen full of fancy food. Freshly made barbecue meats and chips and crackers with a dozen home made dips and endless varieties of cheese and sliced meat. Fresh veggies and fruit. The hostess and her 2 sisters fussed over it nonstop. They kept restocking everything that got eaten immediately so it looked the same when we left as it did when we arrived. Best party spread I've ever dipped into.
We were outside talking to one lady who was hitting on a disposable vape. She told us a scary tale about Chantix. She takes some psych medicine which interacted really bad with the Chantix and almost finished her off. Then she briefly tried some
tank and
mod gear but for the last 3 years she's been using disposables. She said the main reason was the flavor was so much better.