Now that Halloween (observed) has come and gone, I should let people know ASAP that I will not be hosting Thanksgiving dinner at the Devil Girl House this year. Interest has declined over the last few years as life happened to my usual guests.
Don't worry about me, though: I've accepted an invitation to Thanksgiving at the home of the lady who offered to take me on her motorcycle during Pride. Shall I call her Biker? I offered to bring something, but her cooking plans are sweeping in scope. OK, wine it is.
Don't worry about me, though: I've accepted an invitation to Thanksgiving at the home of the lady who offered to take me on her motorcycle during Pride. Shall I call her Biker? I offered to bring something, but her cooking plans are sweeping in scope. OK, wine it is.