Second date, we’re going to see “Sicko”. But, we must eat so French sounded good. At this table in the photo are a dozen or so very dressed up women who are out for a bachelorette party. In true trixie form, no one else exists. The poor women sitting next to us kept inching toward us as they flailed their cigarettes and bodies every which way. (Because, of course, no one exists but them.) Ahhh! I love my city!
Dear Lake Michigan,
I heard you watching us, licking the rocks on the shore beneath our feet. You sought deep into my soul and felt my inner most feelings. Please give us the patience and strength to get through this precarious part. I know I ask a lot, but you where my heart lies. You know the truth.
It’s been a few years, but I decided to head out there and enjoy the day. It’s just two blocks from home, so why not. I met Chris there with a couple empanadas and some Guarana Antartica. Mmm. Then we met up with Roberto and drank some Mike’s Hard Lemonades. I know that 7-11 made out like a bandit today!
I took photos on Chris’ camera, besides the ones above.