As of last Sunday, the infamous Larry is GONE. To Chicago. Yay!
Nancy emailed me an announcement with this terrific graphic that you see here.
She & I met for celebratory tikis Monday evening at the Kona Club & planned our futures as hot single women. Hmmnn. Well, we shall see what happens next.
Um, the drinks at the Kona Club are a bit strong (or maybe I am even more of a lightweight than I thought); I only had two, but felt fairly..what's the word? Buzzed, that's it. The Kiss of Death was delicious (& potent), and the Blood Orange tasted like liquified orange tic-tacs.
Nancy is a great companion for places like that, being far more open, friendly, and capable of striking up conversations with people than I; but being with her is like getting infected with a sort of disease of Gregariousness, and suddenly I was chatting with Nancy, the bartender, various folks who walked into the bar, and the plastic monkey and mermaid that came with my drinks.
Looking forward to a dazzling future, sans Larry and his Space Pickle!
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