
The other night Karol had a big BBQ, we spent a good hour putting her BBQ together and then found out the connection wasn't right for the propane we had! Fortunately one of the guests was a chef and he cooked everything up in the kitchen. After a bottle of Buckfast and a few beers we went downtown to a pub to dance, then to an after party in a condo uptown with a D.J. We were supposed to go clubbing but I wasn't allowed in with my shoes, despite the fact that there were a few other folks inside wearing runners. My theory is they heard my accent or saw that I was having fun and decided I wasn't getting in. My response to them went a little like this . . .
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i want to be there. and i hope i am soon. keep having fun, and keep this updated.
[i have guinness everywhere i go that serves it. near the place i work is a scotish pub and a delightful woman staffing the bar. she has taken a liking to my construction crew and serves us enthusiastically.]
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