Hurricane Ike, or, Remember That Time Your Mother Got Drunk and Hit On Me?, or, The Great Comeback of Horatio SanzUh...what?
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You know that Abbie I wrote about yesterday? Her parents are in town from Ithaca, NY. Her mother really likes me (she said hello extraordinarily enthusiastically today, but couldn't remember my name. Hers is Ellen, and I remembered that.) because my mother sews and knits, and because I was wearing a wool sweater when I first met her and wool doesn't loose its warming properties when it gets wet. That's why she likes me.
Her father, whom I had never met before, is about ten feet tall. He had a D80 strung over his shoulder.
Strangely enough, I didn't get to see Abbie. She was working.
2 comments:
haha, you are too funny! And, it's Schenectady, NY and my dad is only 6'6".
Also, that is the perfect description of my mom, exraordinarily enthusiastic.
Also, I miss our wonderful chats... I will be in Boulder this week to play so maybe I will see you.
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