Hmmmmm, 1984. I was working for an Advertising Agency at the time and living in sin....
Every Friday at work we had to make a "beer run" and since the liquor store was only a block away, we would load up the empty cases on a dolley and wheel it up the street, turn in the empties, load up with full cases and off we would go again. From 4pm to ??? we would all sit in the bosses office and partee. He had a piano in his office and could caress those ivory keys like nobody's business. After awhile, my then-BF got a bit disgusted because he had to come and pick me up from work and drive me home. I think he was just jealous. Three years later we parted for good.
So in memory of 1984, I'll take a nikked beer please.
LH: Congrats. Are you going to post pictures so that we and goo-goo and ga-ga over them?
Life should NOT be a journey to the grave with the intention of arriving safely in an attractive and well preserved body, but rather to skid in sideways, champagne in one hand and strawberries in the other, body thoroughly used up, totally worn out, and screaming WOO HOO - What a Ride!
--unknown
Sometimes the most real things in the world are the things we can't see
--Polar Express
Until one has loved an animal, part of their soul remains unawakened.
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