Ah, the infamous kitchen parties with which I was to become intimately familiar and soon. Like now!? I meet Gerard over at Red’s, of course and where else?, and we go over to his house and have a beer before we head to the kitchen party and start to get serious about this. If there […]Read More Billy Joel, I ain’t. Not even Tiny Tim! Or “Uptown Girl” meets Miss Vicki and hilarity ensues.
Filled with the spirit from the Sunday morning church service, I now wander, in search of lunch and additional spirit, over to Red’s to see if indeed they’re open. Indeed they are. In the previous post I mentioned someone was eyeing me while I sat having a beer at Red’s, not necessarily with bad intent, […]Read More Ah, spirit… after church and now at Red’s.