There's not usually much excitement in my little town in the North, but once the temperature passes 10 degrees, surfing the local patios becomes serious business. My tired overworked behind was only able to take me to as far as three magical watering holes this past weekend, yet three seemed more than enough. *Use your imagination to insert visual of me asleep on a table after one beer here.*
In order to keep up with Kingston, I sported my best comfy pants and I paired them with my never before worn Keds, which killed my feet, but looked like a million bucks.
How was your weekend? Is it patio weather where you are?
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