Hallows Eve (pre-event party sorta like) party with Duct-tape Fam and Kayak-y friends. Sort of a tie-in to Mama-T’s birthday as well. (she turns 23 tomorrow; with several untold anniversies)
And my reclusive nature is fighting me about it. Feeling so wound tight, I’m afraid to ‘unwind’ as I might just unravel like an old sweater or something. I know its bullshit thinks on my emotional side: I NEED to get away from the hill for a few. But I am admitting its there and thats the first half of the battle.
I know me. And I know if I let the inner me have sway, I wouldn’t have a social life at all. Total hermit on the hill. (and I ain’t all that far from it now.)
So, I have my cut-offs, a hawaiian shirt, blown out flip-flop and a straw hat that likely won’t live past the night (its quite literally falling apart at the seams) and I’ll make up my ‘sign’ for a lost salt shaker just before the party kicks off.
y’all take care without me here at the shop. No burning the place down, turn off the coffee maker when you pack out and lock the door behind ya, K?
Love y’all.
Stay curious
Live
LOVE
laugh
Learn
LOAD!!!
Best to ya all!
Hey – that set of duds you mentioned sounds an awful dam lot like Mikee’s everyday wear!
Have one helluva good time and decompress – chill, baby, chill!
L’s!
Y’all take care,
Mike in FLA.
PS: Don’t go fallin down – unless it’s got a cushion.🎉🍺🥂 See ya when ya get back!
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