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weaktwosGreetings from the lovely Coast Anabelle hotel.
At first I was concerned that I was relegated to a dive hotel. But the Coast Anabelle poses a certain degree of charm. Maybe I'm biased, since this establishment has a quaint little bar, and I've just imbibed trois boissons. That's three drinks for you non-francophiles. Oh, and free wireless internet. I'm in love. If I come down here again, I'm staying at the Coast Anabelle. Assuming that the morning traffic I face tomorrow morning isn't hell. I suspect it shall be.
Three martinis to be a smidge more precise.
I'm pickled tink.
I met some interesting folk: an architect from Bawston. Not just any architect...an architect for Baskin Robins. If anyone has the scoop, he does.
I also ran into a master Saab mechanic from Washington. He was a Leo, so obviously I was attracted to him. Fuck me. No, wait, don't. My doctor says Leos make me edgy; so only half a Leo. I get to choose which half.
And then there was the lovely Therese, born of french ancestry, but hailing from Phoenix. She recently had some surgery, so she was on Valume. Oh, she was a hoot and three quarters. Also, at her golden age, still a hopeful screenplay writer. Thankfully, she's married to a civil engineer.
If opposites attract, I guess that means I need to meet and woo a flighty little bastard. Therese was a frickin' airsock. Heart of gold, though. It's okay that I say she's an airsock. She's an Aquarius. I love booze-related conversations.
Okay, kids. I need to get up in about 6 hours. I need to go and try to find my ass with both hands. I know it's around here somewhere.
Oh, and our Bartender, who was pushing food at us...a Cancer. It was a Zodiac night, indeed.
At first I was concerned that I was relegated to a dive hotel. But the Coast Anabelle poses a certain degree of charm. Maybe I'm biased, since this establishment has a quaint little bar, and I've just imbibed trois boissons. That's three drinks for you non-francophiles. Oh, and free wireless internet. I'm in love. If I come down here again, I'm staying at the Coast Anabelle. Assuming that the morning traffic I face tomorrow morning isn't hell. I suspect it shall be.
Three martinis to be a smidge more precise.
I'm pickled tink.
I met some interesting folk: an architect from Bawston. Not just any architect...an architect for Baskin Robins. If anyone has the scoop, he does.
I also ran into a master Saab mechanic from Washington. He was a Leo, so obviously I was attracted to him. Fuck me. No, wait, don't. My doctor says Leos make me edgy; so only half a Leo. I get to choose which half.
And then there was the lovely Therese, born of french ancestry, but hailing from Phoenix. She recently had some surgery, so she was on Valume. Oh, she was a hoot and three quarters. Also, at her golden age, still a hopeful screenplay writer. Thankfully, she's married to a civil engineer.
If opposites attract, I guess that means I need to meet and woo a flighty little bastard. Therese was a frickin' airsock. Heart of gold, though. It's okay that I say she's an airsock. She's an Aquarius. I love booze-related conversations.
Okay, kids. I need to get up in about 6 hours. I need to go and try to find my ass with both hands. I know it's around here somewhere.
Oh, and our Bartender, who was pushing food at us...a Cancer. It was a Zodiac night, indeed.
