P.S. to Portland
It wasn't just bad wine and good vodka. It was also genuine appreciation for a group of people who were refreshingly laid-back and didn't cringe when I sang. Sophomoric humor, excessive cussing, and free-flowing drinks actually go a long way with a girl like me. I'm not always all up in the opera and couture.
Saturday, November 13, 2004
Bonjour et bienvenue dans mon blog. (MB)
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