What self-respecting bar-type establishment serves Grand Mariner in a non-heated glass? Amateurs. Oh well. Whatever the liquor’s temperature, it makes the next morning a complete and total bitch.
Actually, it’s my ass that hurts more than my head — I’ve probably walked 20 miles in two days. I’m pretty sure I’m having fun; I’m just too exhausted to notice!
I’m hanging with good people here. And I’ve got to laugh because every story begins with, “So then B. hit town” and it ends with, “So then Goddess (insert random crazy action here)”! I’m a legend, although perhaps NOT in the way I intended!!!