Sweet and funny, innocent, and a hibbing hard-ass, all rolled into one. Fun night of dinner, talking, meeting new people,running into old favorite people and reminiscing abouther mom who died last year...so many great stories.
Sweet cherry red impala convertibleparked on street, cold and hot at the same time...remembering our first cars and laughing about how many speeding tickets she got the year she got her MG. Remebering racing my dad's brown caddie against the farm boys' muscle cars...Manager from the Ritz coming out and dancing Gene Kelly style down 13th to the Modern where we talked to the owner for an hour about bullshit, business, politics and kids...snuck a peak into the new, cool, i-ware, then down to the 331 for a night-cap where we ran into funny customers and talked neighborhood and she tried to rent one of them a room in her house cuz it was cheaper than condo, or a house and damn it she needs a renter...
Thanks for the giggles and the memories of our girls when they were young...
sometimes it's the little things in accumulation that matter the most...
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