I have seen Seven States. I have seen Rock City. I had not seen Whitney for a long time and we didn't need the company of fresh or saltwater fish for our visit to go swimmingly.
Whitney met me at the airport with a hot pink sign.
It cracked me up, and also proved whimsy isn't always accepted without question by everyone in the Tennessee Valley. Whitney was probed with queries like Did y'uns meet on the computer? by fellow gate-waiters because of that sign. Oh, how I miss the South.
And how I really miss living near friends like Whitney...
Look at the sweet gift bag she had waiting on me in my room.
The bag was full of all kinds of Tennessee treats. And lots of toothpaste...(her husband is a dentist).
I had the BEST time chatting it up all weekend. We left the house only twice - once to dine, once to get facials. In the meantime, we gabbed. We gossiped. We gorged on the YUMMIEST food that Whit had prepared and sipped on these pink pretties....
Is Whitney not the sassiest with her custon monogrammed cocktail napkins?
Whit was kind enough to name the cocktail after me, but because of the wonderful conversations it inspired during my Chattanooga weekend - I would like to call it the Girl Chatt. I encourage you to serve it when you and your old friends reunite!
Here's the recipe: