My friend, Mara, invited me for dinner last night, and her friend, Tracey, was visiting. Tracey had left her regular glasses at home, and only had her sunglasses so we had to turn on all the lights in the house so she could see where she was going, and even then she almost walked right through the sliding glass door. I saw her face imprinted on the glass. Good times.
Dinner was good though. Those two women can cook pretty well, I must say. Their music taste needs improvement, however. I think I'll go listen to something with riffs, solo's, and good playing now.
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