Last night, heavily laden with Sangria, both red and white, plans were devised in a slightly maniacal manner to celebrate three milestone birthdays this year. There was talk of Vegas, the Ozarks with the party cove, camping (okay, that was just in my mind as I am dealing with women whose idea of roughing it is a three star hotel) or anywhere with a floor to crash on and alcohol (again, in my mind.)
Whatever and wherever we decide to go, it will be epic. And I will surely be carded.
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