DopeyRN
Who says we have to grow up?
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In July I had the chance to meet Ann aka snuggles and her family. What a sweet lady! It was a pleasure getting to meet her, and her family is pretty special too! Her girls are very pretty, met the famous DancerGirl, and Ann's hubby Stephen is a very nice person. They treated me to lunch and it was a wonderful time.
And then there was Willy. Some of you probably read of our "near meet" last week. Well this week it happened. I suggested a seafood restaurant out in the suburbs....I found myself at the same restaurant in the heart of the French Quarter! Now mind you I have never seen the Quarter... Well, OK, maybe I have, but a trip down Bourbon Street with Willy was ....uh...different . It sorta goes bar, strip joint, souvenier shop, bar, strip joint....you get the picture. Well about every third bar, Willy caught a cold...and every cold he caught needed a dose of Nyquil. He carried it in his little backpack thing (I wondered what it was for). And the strip joints...my right shoulder will never be the same for all the times I had to grab his shirt and pull him out kicking and screaming....
And then there was the poor blind guy who reach up and accidently touched the nyquil bottle....I hope his arm heals ok..... Next thing I know I am pulled into a bar with video poker and there we sat for 2 hours. Well that is my story and I am sticking to it.
(Well ok MAYBE the truth is we went to dinner in a very nice seafood restaurant, walked around the quarter some and played video poker for a little while...he won, I lost.. I had a really nice time, been wanting to meet him for a long time.
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And then there was Willy. Some of you probably read of our "near meet" last week. Well this week it happened. I suggested a seafood restaurant out in the suburbs....I found myself at the same restaurant in the heart of the French Quarter! Now mind you I have never seen the Quarter... Well, OK, maybe I have, but a trip down Bourbon Street with Willy was ....uh...different . It sorta goes bar, strip joint, souvenier shop, bar, strip joint....you get the picture. Well about every third bar, Willy caught a cold...and every cold he caught needed a dose of Nyquil. He carried it in his little backpack thing (I wondered what it was for). And the strip joints...my right shoulder will never be the same for all the times I had to grab his shirt and pull him out kicking and screaming....


(Well ok MAYBE the truth is we went to dinner in a very nice seafood restaurant, walked around the quarter some and played video poker for a little while...he won, I lost.. I had a really nice time, been wanting to meet him for a long time.
