travel by train or by gypsy caravan
i cuffed up my jeans and put on my pearls and met ms. elliott and mr. white for a cocktail this evening, per my mother's suggestion. "are you going to be lonely tonight without andrew?" she asked. "not really," said i, "and in any case, i'll probably meet up with amy." "well," said she," have a cocktail."
so i did. i ordered an amaretto & coke and received an amaretto sour but drank it down like a good girl anyway.
and tomorrow i'll be on the train to chicago (or close enough) to stay with a friend over the labor day weekend. dinner with the reddys! a few of you have met my friend carolyn, but none of you have met her delightful family. only a hammock could make me look forward to this weekend more. carolyn and i once spent a lazy afternoon in a hammock, reading library sale books.
as i walked home alone from my rendevous, i saw a couple kissing by a car.
so i did. i ordered an amaretto & coke and received an amaretto sour but drank it down like a good girl anyway.
and tomorrow i'll be on the train to chicago (or close enough) to stay with a friend over the labor day weekend. dinner with the reddys! a few of you have met my friend carolyn, but none of you have met her delightful family. only a hammock could make me look forward to this weekend more. carolyn and i once spent a lazy afternoon in a hammock, reading library sale books.
as i walked home alone from my rendevous, i saw a couple kissing by a car.