Uh huh. We can still party ‘til the cows come home – as long as they are home around 9:15ish. And as long as the party isn’t too crowded or noisy, and there is food available, and libations. Oh – and a private room for important phone calls.
Last night we dug our heels in and went into the city to try out a new food truck and tap bar opportunity. Thank you Panita and Prudy, for getting us out of our suburban drill. There was sustenance and drink, the party wasn’t blasting loud noise and it was pretty low-key since it was Monday night. And there was a private glass-enclosed room just for making or receiving phone calls! Maybe that’s the key to our newfound nightlife recipe? Avoid the crowds, get in and out early, and still make it home to tend to the needs of the canine. Oh, and be able to make a phone call in a private phone booth so you look cool.
Yes. We are “hip and with it,” but of course, no one was there to verify it. Moo.
Moo too!
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