A cautionary tale

3.2.2kXII

It's gameday in the Cactus League. You rise, brush, check supplies: Coozie, tickets, singles, wallet, cap, sunnys, uni. Go!

Meet up at a big, dumb, signage-covered watering hole that squeezes a junk food-servin' kitchen in the back. Order bloodys, beers, coffees and some chow.

Ticket count! We got extras.

Chow arrives: Ordered: "Sliders 4-pak" Served: Four full-sized cheeseburgers. Note: This would be good at midnight w/ a full belly-o-grog.

Notice: A grrrrl who's looking like she slept in her clothes sports some keen Puma sneaks that Horse Boy picks up on. He tells her he likes her shoes.

We finish up and head out. As the ball park is just a block or two away, HB says to Puma grrrrrl: Want our extras? She says yeah. She sits with us at the game, natch, they're our tix. She is or is not a stripper.

Stripper or not, she's fun and says she'll buy us drinks after the game, so we go meet her maybe-stripper pals and their shrink at the most expensive bar in town.

We bail, go to an inexpensive bar in town. Livin' the dream!

Tonight - Lone Palm (oddly poetic w/ this post, dontcha think?!?)


Congratulatio s to Traci & Chris on your new additio !!! (and I don't mean your home remodel)

bye-ee!
whrr ... clik!