Camper 1 - "She is.."
Camper 2 - "Yes, I'm from Houston."
Me - "Really? Me too.."
Camper 2 - "Well, not really from houston, it's called The Woodlands."
What are the chances.
Saturday I decided to watch some college football, so I went into the town of Petaluma and found a little bar - a really cool town actually. A crazy lady sat next to me for a while, and though she was actually interesting to talk to (she was a hippie that followed around the grateful dead), she talked to herself more than anyone else. In fact, she apparently had some very funny conversations with herself because she would break into laughter on a somewhat regular basis.
Sunday I decided, again, to go into town and watch some NFL. Same lady sat next to me again. She had good conversations with herself again. Cool bartender; I simply asked if the Houston game could be put on one of the TVs, he put the game on the big screen, so the Houston game ended up being the primary game on at the bar.
My parents, the wine enthusiasts, flew in yesterday to hang out with me while I'm in the wine country. It's nice, and almost strange, to see familiar faces.. They will be here for about a week. Mmmm. Wiiinnne.
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