…it would be nice if they offered us drinks on the house at some point…
I don’t think I was ready to drop my freshly seared beef in ice cold water.
On our way home, we decided to have a drink – as we do. “Work had play hard.” Am I right? We turned right on from Leake Street into Cubana.
Everyone says “you’ve got to stand out.” Bish, please. We can’t all be dope. I won’t have it all figured out now so I might as well stop tinkering and get to it. Dunno why I been fondling my keyboards since this process started.