Category: play
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Mad City Model Rail Road Show
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eating people for breakfast
Neither My Darling B nor I are breakfast-eating people. I had to think awhile about how to punctuate that sentence so it implied we were people who didn’t usually eat breakfast, and not so that it sounded like we would even think of eating people for breakfast. Because we do, every morning. Everybody in Madison Read.
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second dance lesson
Wow, dancing’s hard. Our instructor keeps impressing on us how easy it is, and I guess I have to agree with him. A Foxtrot two steps forward, on step to the side, bring your feet together, and keep repeating that for as long as the music continues. Really, you’d think anybody should be able to Read.
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fifteen on the fifteenth
Yesterday was the fifteenth, and every month on the ides our favorite liquor store hosts a wine tasting and gives a fifteen percent discount on all the wine in their store that isn’t already on sale. It’s not hard to explain why Star is our favorite liquor store. I’m not snooty about wine, or maybe Read.
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mad rollin’ dolls
My Darling B and I finally went to the roller derby on Sunday, because nothing is more romantic than watching women on roller skates beating the crap out of each other. It was the Mad Rollin’ Dolls’ “Love Hurts” match-up, with the Unholy Rollers facing off against the Reservoir Dolls in the first half, and Read.
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stiffed
Friday was the last day for one of the people in our department, so a bunch of us ordered sub sandwiches from Potbelly’s and everybody threw in a little extra to buy Sandie’s lunch. The delivery guy from Potbelly’s came to the office about thirty seconds after I took a phone call that I couldn’t Read.
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L’Etoile
Breakfast this morning is just a cup of coffee, because that’s all that I can hold. I’m still feeling full after last night’s dinner. After saying for I don’t know how many years that we were finally going to eat dinner at L’Etoile, we broke down and did it last night when they offered a Read.
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bowler
Stiff muscles … aching joints … swollen ligaments … this is the hand of a man who participated in the company’s annual bowling event, the same man who hasn’t bowled a single frame since 2006. Ouch. Every year, Bill B (the guy at the office who hired me for my first job after I retired Read.
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first dancing lesson
Guess what we did last night? We went dancing! We’ve been saying for years that we wanted to take dancing lessons and last week B made a command decision and signed us up for an introductory lesson. We plunked down twenty-five bucks at a studio just north of here for forty-five minutes of private instruction Read.
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Willalby’s
Willalby’s. The name of the diner we were trying to remember yesterday is Willalby’s Cafe. Sandwiched in between a tattoo parlor and a Vietnamese restaurant, it’s easy to overlook, as we’d done for so many years. Yesterday while we were looking for a place to eat breakfast, though, we remember and made a beeline straight Read.
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