We went to this groovy new, well new to us, thing last night. Good food. Good company. Good times. Next week the hosts are out of town, and so we're meeting at a nearby graveyard, believe it or not. I don't think anyone has been buried there since the 1800s, so I'm thinking it won't be overly creepy. The following week? A goat farm. GOAT farm. Dare I hope they have pygmy goats? I dare. I hope.
This summer seems to be the summer of really getting involved in community shit. I'm still not sold on being trapped in a landlocked state, but I'm hating it less the more I invest. At least I'm trapped with people I like, right? I suppose that makes me a bit of a bitch.
1 comment:
oh, I'd do that in a HEARTBEAT.
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