It was unfortunate to learn that my buddies spent the weekend drinking in the beer tent at the Labor Day Fair. No, I didn't run into them. My mother did. I'm at home in NC playing house, abstaining from alcoholic beverages, and trying to remain cheerful while my house is in a state of renovation.
The beer tent run-in reminded me of one I had with my mother a few years back. She learned then that H-spo had given me her "lost" driver's liscense as a birthday present. Funny thing was, although I decided to use my fake ID to get into the tent, I don't think I even bought a beer. Oh, the days of being young and carefree! Here's to another day.