Maybe I told you this already. One day while we were in Utah in June, we were hanging out in the hotel pool. We met a couple from (I think) southern California, who were very friendly. We told them it was one of our birthdays, and what our plans were for the evening. Invited them to come by the suite. They asked:
"Do you party?"
Um ... how do you answer that? "Party" means different things to different people. Do we drink? Do drugs? Swing? Enjoy a good laugh?
They stopped by after birthday dinner. As it turns out, "party" means "drink Grand Marnier".
And there you have it. After one month, this is what I have to offer.
I'm back. Won't leave you hanging like this again.
Happy autumn.
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