Our trek across the mountain was successful. Dinner with a mob of lawyers was surprisingly pleasant. Saw a woman who i recognized but couldn't recall her name. An hour ago the warm high desert night called us out into the woods. Hearing music through the trees we followed the sound to a small tavern where we now sit listening to a solo version of sweet home alabama.
Sounds nice. Where are you anyway? Bend?
ReplyDeleteDude, you are wierd.
ReplyDeleteTom is a mommy. Congrats Tom, may your life be filled with pesto looking poopy.
Maybe the woman was a striper - did you try waving a dollar at her?
ReplyDeleteAhhh, I love the dancers of the high desert.
ReplyDeleteConference...
ReplyDeleteis that code for a weekend of boozing and debauchery?
A striper? As in a candy striper?
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