Shelbs whipped up some link sausage and eggs this morning, been missing that. Here it is smack dab in the middle of what would have been a long four days, and she and Zinny are home!
Todd and a guy he hired named Jason are here, working on the A/C in my room. I think they're going to shut it down, which is fine with me.
Shelby was putting together a new deck chair in the living room and we all sat around talking about our favorite strip clubs. Todd was a bouncer at our local one, Shelby talked about a recent New Orleans visit to a swank club, and I shared one of my many stories, about a little club in Oregon made out of an old coffee shop.
Yea, you sat at the counter of a curved, you know, old style restaurant. Young beautiful college girls would sqwirm in from the right on their backs, along the counter, completely naked, right in your face. By the time they made it over to the other side, who knows what position they would be in, but they were covered in tips. And you couldn't touch them, or your butt was out on the street.
After the guys left, Shelbs and I made our own meals, and then had mocktails. Her alcohol intake has gone down a lot since I stopped nine days ago.
Her drink is the one in the tall glass, with a whole lot of healthy stuff, mines the shorter one, with seltzer water and my own mix of healthy liquids.
Cheers to MockTails!