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| A souvenir of their visit: a mickey of tequila with our picture on it. How fitting! |
They saw. (us and we them)
They conquered. (the bars: ouch!)
But then they left. (booo!)
And then they (as in US) were two. A week in Cabo with a gang of friends from our "old life" or our "ex-life" doing some serious collateral damage to our livers, losing massive amounts of much needed beauty sleep and just having a grand ol' time as they say... Yes. Fun indeed.
It's odd seeing people we thought or assumed we'd never see again. The key person is the larger than life character Jerry. He's from Sioux Falls, South Dakota. Jerry knows the Captain through racing. And since the Captain is no longer the Crew Chief, and I'm no longer Crew Bitch but First Mate... And since racing is most likely a thing of the past... And since our chances of ever going back to Sioux Falls - South Dakota for any reason at all are slim to none... We figure its a safe bet to think unless our friends from Sioux Falls - South Dakota come to see us wherever we're at, we're not going to see them again.
Sigh.
We've got good friends in Sioux Falls, South Dakota. Not surprising because there's some pretty good people in Sioux Falls - South Dakota. There better be good people there, because let's be honest here. What else is there? In Sioux Falls, South Dakota? Wind? Spinach soup lakes? Fields? The Cornmaze and some kind of castle made of corn? Oh yeah, there's Mt Rushmore! That's cool.
And now they're gone. The friends. Wrapping this story up here, try to follow. We were left with hurting livers and a vast emptiness. Our promise to ease off on the drinking for a few days did not take more than 3 hours to break as we sat down at the Baja Cantina to spend our hard earned free coupons Jerry got us the night before on our last outing with them.
I totally hope we're wrong in assuming we'll never see them again. I so totally hope we're wrong!
Sigh.
