three bars in one day, a frolickful walk through mt. auburn cemetery (which is deceptively cool), the passion of the jew, a pitcher of sangria and dancing the night away to 80’s music at the common ground. (big ups to djbrian for playing big country for my wench)…talk about a good thanksgiving.
yay squared.
and to the creepy old stank dude at the common ground, my name is becky, yo. and becky don’t dig geezers, ya heard.
great thanksgiving…yesssssssssssssss…
