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May 30, 2008 at 7:09 pm |
Oooh. I remember some nights like this when I was in my stupid years.
Oh wait. They’re ALL stupid years…
May 31, 2008 at 4:07 am |
Shed no tears! I’m a broken man on a Halifax pier, the last of Barret’s Privateers.
May 31, 2008 at 5:12 am |
Must have been late. ;)
May 31, 2008 at 9:30 am |
Bunk: You seemed to have had a brief glimmer there of transcending the stupid years. Thankfully, it passed. ;)
uberfrau: This is Elsie’s. I don’t think they do that there…
enreal: Very…
May 31, 2008 at 3:28 pm |
Didn’t recognize the place without the omnipresent sullen couple precipitously close to break-up staring vapidly out the back left windows.
May 31, 2008 at 8:52 pm |
We had left by then, vapidly staring and as omnipresent as two could become. Sorry we missed you…Is the BBQ still on for Saturday?
June 14, 2008 at 4:11 pm |
Hmm, I’m wondering why you have smoking as a tag….Nice pic.