Seems to happen all the time. A group of friends at work agree to buy lottery tickets and assign one of them to buy the tickets, and then they win and the assigned buyer denies it.
"I have no idea what they're talking about..."
You think they write it out on a piece of paper, or something....
Two of my guys, Matt and Cameron, were off at the Emerald City Comic Con last weekend, so I've actually had to work a couple of extra days.
But comic conventions are great experiences. Sometimes in Bend, it can seem like a lonely experience to be a comic fan, and then you go to a big hall and see thousands of people as crazy as you.
While my brother Mike has been home, we've been clearing out a storage unit that my sister Tina rented for Mom and Dad's stuff -- mostly photographs and slides.
Amazing how many of the photo's were generic and non-specific. The classic was a picture my Dad took of a Hampton Inn's parking lot in New Jersey. Mike weeded through them for the significant ones, especially any pictures with actual people we know.
We gave some things to the new hospice thrift store on Greenwood. I took a few things homes. Much of it will end up in the landfill.
There are some art pieces which are too good to give or throw away, and yet maybe not of our current tastes.
O.K. A new bar will take the place of Boondocks, with a "dress code" and "no more strippers."
They're going to call it Liquid Club -- which personally doesn't connote ""upscale" to me, but I suppose it's all in the execution...
Out of camaraderie, I had one beer when we went out to dinner at Toomies, one beer the night we watched Game of Thrones, and one beer yesterday at lunch at Toomies again. (Brother Mike really likes the food.)
And even that much alcohol seems to throw me off.
Eating sit down three times in two days (we had breakfast with Dad at Jake's one morning) is some kind record for me.
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