Joy to rubidoux in the the middle of the night
Bourbon and a pistol in the dash, out of sight
What did you expect
Romantic call of why
Just empty desert light
Saturday was an experience all in itself. Steph and I kind of putzed all over town, we're good at keeping ourselves occupied.. Started off at a new breakfast place, then two u-turns and we had newspaper in hand to seek out something to keep us occupied for the day and possibly night. I love Stephanie, she read probably five pages aloud to me as I drove into the deep south, seeking out Fabric Depot. Which, by the way, might be the most spectacular place to shop EVER. (ever!!) They have literally walls of fur, the cotton & linens are organized by designer, not color AND their canvas/outdoor fabrics section I could have gotten lost in. We're having Natalie's 30th there.
After the fabric freakout, we stopped by my sister's and I think she was a little HO? I didn't ask but she was out late, was originally signed up for a barcrawl... nice work. She lives in a super cute apartment but the coffee shop below is run by nazis. First, she orders some four-dollar-job coffee drink, I order my tea next. She hands the nazi a free coffee punch card and the girl promptly decides to not charge for my $1.20 tea but we'll pay for the coffee. Thanks? Then I ask for an 8oz. but apparently they only make 12oz. teas - so I ask that they only fill it up about halfway. The stupid girl behind the counter is so set on giving me this huge cup for my little cup of coffee. Not like I asked for a discount for using less paper or anything. We didn't tip.
So excited for Whistler. I feel like it's been forever since I've ridden. I tried packing last night and kept forgetting where things were. Dinner is going to be great. That's one of the things I love about Whistler and Thanksgiving. We make these large-scale dinners and feast, then we eat leftovers for the next four days. Come home from riding, pull out some beans and turkey and cranberry and voila! Instant delishousness.
Gotta work.

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