06-12-2014, 04:17 PM
I gave the fish to Bobo on the way home. At Seastar, I played with Garrett’s dog, Boy, a Rottweiler that owner Chris first adopted after finding the puppy tied up to a tree. He is full grown now – the dog, not Chris (ha ha) – and very well behaved. The dog and I have come to know each other through the years, and we hung out together, both of us enjoying the AC in my room.
Charlie came by, and we ate lobster together poolside, then headed off to Westender to hang out at the rock pool and drink red stripes. I had a little mishap with the scooter on the way back when I hit a little hole at low speed and fell to the side, but I was able to hold up the scooter enough to avoid any damage to the scooter itself (or to me).
We went swimming again, and then I took a little rest to prepare for the big party at Seastar later that night.
Charlie came by, and we ate lobster together poolside, then headed off to Westender to hang out at the rock pool and drink red stripes. I had a little mishap with the scooter on the way back when I hit a little hole at low speed and fell to the side, but I was able to hold up the scooter enough to avoid any damage to the scooter itself (or to me).
We went swimming again, and then I took a little rest to prepare for the big party at Seastar later that night.