I'll never be the same. I worked last night and went out after. I cannot hang with the young and disaffected. I am way too sensible. Driving home after margaritas, across the longest bridge in the world is uncool. Never again. I think costuming for Mardi Gras was a way to mask a big drinking problem for some people. (pun intended) I should have spent the night at my friend's house, but didn't want to wake the house (husband) up to tell them. I hate feeling like crap. Did I say never again yet? Never again. Blecchh and retch.
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So is that you at the top dresed as Little Red Riding Hood, or you at the bottom wearing the black bra?
Oh my goodness - none of them are me. Nobody wanted to take a picture of me. I run with a cross bunch. Cross as in cantankerous.
Hey, I was happy to come across Footeater's and then Charlie Callahan's posts again - through their association with you. That, to me, is one of the nicest things about your writing - the common threads connect us so well.
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