Home Sweet Home
“It’s like a slice of heaven when you bend over…”
“umm…”
“So, what are you doing here? Visiting, moved here?”
“No actually, I grew up here.”
“Oh. So, I probably know your mom don’t I?”
“Uh, yeah.”"Who is she?”
“Martha, she owned the Swiss”"Ooo, yeah, I had a mug there…”
End of conversation. It’s ok, we both knew I was too young for you anyway.
Crested Butte, you kind of get hit on, a lot. Not too many girls here, and the women, well as the story goes Crested Butte; where the men are men and so are the women. But it added some laughter to the end of Crystal and my first day skiing. Ski. Apre. Stash. Terran even put umbrellas in our mai tais. Nothing says vacation like an umbrella in your drink!
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