What a 34th. It started with a twilight dip in the Bay, 62 degrees warm, then some meat and potatoes. And a little bit of beer. First Walker ordered a boot, then a second one appeared. And after Caitrin had picked up the check, and I was reaching for my bag, a third one appeared. Wade.
We finished it without letting it hit the ground, much like they do in Wisconsin according to Wade, which is probably like they do French in Quebec, far more French than the French, with the ARRêT octagonal signs outside of Montreal instead of STOP.
Then Jamie and I pulled into Bob's for a night-cap, just as Wade had insisted.
We finished it without letting it hit the ground, much like they do in Wisconsin according to Wade, which is probably like they do French in Quebec, far more French than the French, with the ARRêT octagonal signs outside of Montreal instead of STOP.
Then Jamie and I pulled into Bob's for a night-cap, just as Wade had insisted.
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