Slim: You have? Why don't you bite them back?Eddie: That's what Harry always says. But I ain't got no stinger.
Let's go back in the Way Back Machine for a moment, all the way back to the early part of 2009 (I think - I'm getting old!), to when I met Doc's family for the first time. We journey to the Bay Area for Doc's birthday, and I would be meeting not only his family, but most of his good friends. I was anxious as to what they would think about me, this girl who stole their oldest son away to southern California. I was dressed in a very cute short blue plaid skirt (this is important later).
Doc and I arrived at the Hayward BART station in the evening, met by two of his long-time friends Tim and Cat. Doc and I and all of our luggage piled into the back of their car. About 2 or 3 minutes in to the drive, the back of my upper thigh began to sting and hurt. I didn't want to say anything because I didn't want to be that whiny, high-strung girlfriend. It hurt more and more over the course of the short ride to his parents house. By the time we stopped I was in such pain that I had to run into the house, bypassing greetings and pleasantries, and go straight to the bathroom to see what was going on. Much to my chagrin, I was too short to see my legs in the bathroom mirror. Embarrassed, I had to leave the bathroom, and ask Doc to follow me and inspect the area. His mother was going to think I was crazy.
Come to find out, I had sat on a dead bee in the back of the car, and I somehow managed to get stung. By a dead bee.
Fast forward to St. Louis, MO, 18 march 2012. When we arrived, we were able to stop in on Doc's Great Uncle James. James runs a NC-style bbq joint in the city.