8 July 2005
Amazon women on the move
It was six-thirty when I saw them rounding the corner: tall, fierce, formidable. I'd be outnumbered by one, but here were two, and fortunately for me, they were happy to see me.
Lisa disappeared for a moment and returned with Master Beauregard Duke Bebop W. Le Moko, a charming young fellow who was anxious to make friends. (Bobo also got in a few licks at one Harry, a West Highland White Terrier who was heading in the other direction, or so he thought.) A splendid time was had by all, although one question continues to nag at me: Why aren't the guys lined up at her door yea deep? Did beautiful, smart and funny suddenly become disqualifiers?
For those who demand photographic evidence, be assured that it exists, as surely as the Cake Batter ice cream at the Zebra-Striped Whale.
And just as sweet.Posted at 11:24 PM to Table for One , World Tour '05
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It was six-thirty eight when we rounded the corner, I was angry at Lisa for taking her time getting ready and worried Charles had been waiting long for us. All was fine, he smiled when we arrived and didn't mention our lack of punctuality. I had given......