Many of you ask often about Adam and I. Potential clients like to know more about him, knowing he often is the second shooter at weddings. Clients whose weddings we have already shot often ask how he is doing. Adam doesn’t particularly prefer the spotlight and is slightly uncomfortable when he is the center of attention (reading those last few sentences, which I know he will do, is enough to make him want to crawl out of his skin). So instead of highlighting Adam a lot on the blog, I decided to start a series called “our thing”, about us and stuff that we like and do. Together. Because these posts will be documenting some parts of our life in the in between, all photos will be taken with my trusty iPhone. Because, you know, I like to take a break from my *real* camera whenever I get the chance. And, let’s be honest, someone who doesn’t like the spotlight certainly does not like a 10lb camera + lens being pointed in their face.
You may remember a post I did a while back about how much Adam loves chick-fil-a. It is a tragedy in his life that we don’t have any Chick-fil-a restaurants in Connecticut. None. Zip. Zero. Zilch. I will not hear the end of it until they build one here. So, naturally, anytime we visit a place where there is one, I know we will spend quite a bit of time there. The closest Chick-fil-a to us is 2.5 hours away, outside of Boston. There is also a Chick-fil-a express in the NYU cafeteria, but like all Chick-fil-a’s, they are closed on Sunday which is often when we are in the city. Needless to say, Adam doesn’t get his fix as often as he would like.
Last year I had this brilliant idea as I was driving home from New Jersey. Jersey is jam packed full of Chick-fil-a restaurants so I decided to try my hand at bringing some home to Adam. It was a 4 hour drive so I had no idea how it would hold up, but I figured I’d give it a try. I carefully explained to the cashier that I wanted the chicken separated from the bun, as well as the pickles, so as to reduce sogginess as much as possible. After a “huh??” and a strange look, he obliged. 4 hours later I arrived at Adam’s doorstep and I am not sure I have ever seen his face light up so much before that moment or since that moment. He toasted his chicken and fries in the broiler, and put his bun in the toaster. Voila, Chick-fil-a for dinner. Since then, it has kind become a thing for us. Anytime I am in Jersey or the Boston area, I stop by Chick-fil-a and get him food. I have it down to a science now, how it needs to be prepared, and the best way to transport it. I have frequented some of the same restaurants enough times that when I ask, they don’t look at me anymore and say “huh??”. The only thing I have not yet succesfully delivered to him is a Cookies & Cream milkshake. I tried a thermos, but no bueno. Maybe dry ice?
I know, it’s weird. Who likes to eat 4 hour old Chick-fil-a? Frankly, we do. And beside, this definitely should earn me the girlfriend-of-the-year-award, don’t you think?
If nothing else, I have accepted the fact that it’s just our thing.
What about you? Have you ever been to Chick-fil-a? Do you love it?