Magog: Unguarded
Magog: Unguarded
Swarming Around... cats living with dogs... total chaos.

Monday, May 03, 2004

" was the style at the time." Yes, Max speaks the truth. This past Saturday, I tread uncertainly across that great divide that separates the thirtysomethings from the fortysomethings. Not a trip that anyone wants to take, but the conveyor belt of life keeps moving along and no one can stop it. On the up-side, a good time was had by all, at least as well as I can remember. By the time we made our group assault on Guthrie's for some unsolicited karaoke with Night Ranger and Whitesnake, things were getting a little blurry. Ok, I was 'faced. Many thanks to all those who attended and a few, encumbered by great distances and/or other obligations, who could not. Looking forward to the trout's 35th on Wednesday, our landing in Sin City and my first ever glimpse of the WSOP.

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