Playing hostess in the Hostess City brings a certain pressure. Everyone always says they’re going to visit, but I get flummoxed when someone actually shows up.
I am always in a quandary on how to "impress" sophisticated travelers in our town, too. Then I remember that towns like Charleston have been chain banged to the nth degree. I say now, fuck it, lets go to Lone Wolf and get hammered. Remembering that my Nor'Easter friends grew up with tiny neighborhood bars and love them, too.
I feel cheated out of a picture of teh retro Jessicas and their bangs!
I am always in a quandary on how to "impress" sophisticated travelers in our town, too. Then I remember that towns like Charleston have been chain banged to the nth degree. I say now, fuck it, lets go to Lone Wolf and get hammered. Remembering that my Nor'Easter friends grew up with tiny neighborhood bars and love them, too.
I just love you, girlfriend! You are a master of the words!