Wednesday, September 12, 2007
There is an abandoned cabin across the road from the Goat's brother's house. Abandoned places have a strange feeling to them. They fascinate me endlessly. This is a sturdy log structure that was built in the the 1920s or 30s. It had obviously been updated through the years.
All of the doors were open, so I poked around. There was a sleeping loft and a big stone fireplace. This would have been one rockin' party pad!
Hi red ball on the windowsill.
Turn on those Christmas lights. Turn up the Springsteen. Turn down the party poopers. Turn around and get more ice.
If you're bad, you have to sit in the shed for 10 minutes with no beer. If your good you get to to in there with me for a half hour and we can neck.
Who wants to wash my back?
I'll have mine over easy. And let's fry up a mountain of bacon! Could someone find the coffee pot?
Don't forget to wash your hands!
Great party! Let's do it again next weekend.