It's a rarity to have nothing going on for a Saturday night. There is always a show or a party or a bar that requires my attention, drains my money and steals my sobriety.
Last night was the exception. Not a thing to do and no a one to do it with. Well, not nothing and not no one.
KJ gave me a ring, with something about the Z boys and The Fancy playing an acoustic happy hour downtown. Well, yes yes and a quick wardrobe change later, we were at sbucks, playing cards and killing time.
Turns out, the set was canceled and every attempt to hunt up a Plan B was foiled.
So, we moved our card game to the park, set up in poorly lit alcove and took shameless photos of ourselves.
Seems like you're never without a backup plan when you've got a friend and a deck of purple bicycle cards.
(Thought I would point out I'm wearing two perfects here- the perfect heels in red and my perfect cropped sweater)
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