A friend of mine is supposed to be visiting Seattle this weekend, but her trip from Helena, Montana might well be kiboshed by the weather conditions. Be sure to check the weather conditions in Washington state on Friday to see in what sort of conditions the roads are. That is, if you're REALLY bored...
If she does make it to Seattle, she'll (sort of) pass this landmark.
Who here knows what it is and how it relates to cherry pie? (Not the hideous song by '80s hair band Warrant, either)
Years ago, a great friend of mine told me about a co-worker who had an interest in visiting the northeastern US (this was back when I lived in Maine). Being the social fellow that I can occasionally be, I invited this friend of a friend to make the trip and I'd do my best to show her around both coastal Maine and New York City. I could turn this into a long and dull story, but, in the end, the experience was a bit of a failure: she was absurdly quiet and introverted, comfortable only when she was drinking, and, on the last night of her stay, in a hotel room in New Jersey, I woke up at 3 am to the sounds of her masturbating (she apparently quite missed her boyfriend). I don't recall any three-hour car ride as brutally silent as the one we took to Boston's Logan Airport the next day.
Any good stories of visits gone awry?
If she does make it to Seattle, she'll (sort of) pass this landmark.
Who here knows what it is and how it relates to cherry pie? (Not the hideous song by '80s hair band Warrant, either)
Years ago, a great friend of mine told me about a co-worker who had an interest in visiting the northeastern US (this was back when I lived in Maine). Being the social fellow that I can occasionally be, I invited this friend of a friend to make the trip and I'd do my best to show her around both coastal Maine and New York City. I could turn this into a long and dull story, but, in the end, the experience was a bit of a failure: she was absurdly quiet and introverted, comfortable only when she was drinking, and, on the last night of her stay, in a hotel room in New Jersey, I woke up at 3 am to the sounds of her masturbating (she apparently quite missed her boyfriend). I don't recall any three-hour car ride as brutally silent as the one we took to Boston's Logan Airport the next day.
Any good stories of visits gone awry?
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