Quiet? What A Riot!
The weather in my neck of the woods is quite beautiful this evening. David decided to attend tonight's Indians game, and I decided to avoid all things downtown and visit the local coffee shop for quiet Frankie time.
Fat chance.
En route I was offered different purchases by different people. Not street vendors, not salespeople outside of shops, but regular pedestrians walking in the opposite direction. The items I politely declined to purchase:
Wednesday evening David and I are attending a Kahlua tasting in the RainForest at the Cleveland Metroparks Zoo.
If I happen to encounter a noisy bunch of children there, I swear I'm going to pass out Kahlua disguised as chocolate milk.
Fat chance.
En route I was offered different purchases by different people. Not street vendors, not salespeople outside of shops, but regular pedestrians walking in the opposite direction. The items I politely declined to purchase:
- a half eaten pizza, asking price: $1.00
- Five pounds of frozen pork, asking price: $5.00
- a young man's services for the evening, asking price: $100.00
Wednesday evening David and I are attending a Kahlua tasting in the RainForest at the Cleveland Metroparks Zoo.
If I happen to encounter a noisy bunch of children there, I swear I'm going to pass out Kahlua disguised as chocolate milk.
Gypsy is fairly close to me as well, but I've never been.
And anyone asking for less than $350 for a night is so bargain bin. Trash.
Have fun at the K-tasting. That sounds like fun. I can't imagine there being a lot of kids at something like that, but you never know. The future Parises and Lindsays could be in the crowd.
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