Sydney and I have been at the quiet, little cafe this Sunday morning and a group of guys came in. They said they'e a local band. They're still drunk from last night and I do wish they would have bathed in the last 6 months :-)
They came to sit with us (we're the only ones here) and we had a hard time getting rid of them. One guy offered Sydney a drink of his single malt whiskey from his flask. She declined. The manager had to help herd them away and then they got in trouble for cursing up a storm and making noise.
And we thought it was going to be a quiet Sunday.
Julia
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Papa and I love your posts! Living vicariously through you! What a trip. :-) :-) :-)
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