Ryan and Jackson and I made an early run out to Roselle today, bailing completely on a standing agreement with a some others for a nightcap (some of us, it seems, have jobs?). Then this black storm of death came at us from the west, heaving mightily into view before sobbing upon us like a heartbroken sow. The winds did whip. The kids did scurry. And we packed it in and made for the Portillos in Bloomingdale.
Saturday, August 13, 2011
Something Wicked
Ryan and Jackson and I made an early run out to Roselle today, bailing completely on a standing agreement with a some others for a nightcap (some of us, it seems, have jobs?). Then this black storm of death came at us from the west, heaving mightily into view before sobbing upon us like a heartbroken sow. The winds did whip. The kids did scurry. And we packed it in and made for the Portillos in Bloomingdale.
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