Well, as y’all know by now, I survived the road trip from hell. And to be honest, it wasn’t really THAT bad. Mostly because the dog was locked in a cage in the back the whole time, and because I chose to alter my state of consciousness halfway through.
Do you think buying a bottle of white wine and a huge cup of ice, then going back into the gas station for a second time asking for a corkscrew is too obvious? I don’t either.
-Bev
Here’s photo evidence of Sam and me. We’re buds.
No, we aren’t.
6 Comments
Hattori Hanzo
July 23, 2015 at 5:04 pmI told your sister-in-arms she needs to get a sitter some night. Attorneys can usually only be out-drank by elementary ed folk.
beverlygoldenstein@gmail.com
July 24, 2015 at 12:14 pmIN.
Hattori Hanzo
July 9, 2015 at 8:07 pmI didn’t know that there was another person who legit doesn’t. Really. Like. Animals.
I thought being of such mind violates all municipal codes, so I just shut up (like an Atheist in Little Rock).
Plus, I don’t like getting pet-shamed. (“You really don’t have ANY pets?”).
Or lack-of-pet-shamed. Anyway, I feel much better; merci.
beverlygoldenstein@gmail.com
July 10, 2015 at 7:08 pmHattori, we need to get drinks (again). I have actually tried to fake allergies before. It doesn’t go well.
Betty
July 9, 2015 at 7:49 pmBev,
I am totally impressed that the wine you purchased required a corkscrew. So, no, going back into the store for the corkscrew was totally kosher!
Happy trails,
Betty
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July 10, 2015 at 7:09 pmThanks for the confidence boost, Betty!!!