For those who doubt Lesley's drinking prowess, you doubt was understandable, and ... dead-on. She DID in fact have a few margaritas, and a cranberry and vodka poured from my handy nalgene flask and my endless supply of 8 0z bottles of cranberry juice. Yet, she refused to get drunk. So, the drought continues for "Let it Rains."
I spent half the afternoon searching out the perfect accessory for my Fit - A nice, bright colored pair of truck nutz. I failed to find any. I feel like less of a man because of it.
My GPS keeps telling me that driving through alleys is the preferable method of cross-city travel in Pittsburgh. That or every street in Pittsburgh is an alley.
If I had written this post, maybe I would have started by thanking my hostess for generously allowing me to crash at her place for five of the next seven nights so that I can search for truck nuts instead of conducting my unfunded dissertation research...but that's just me.
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