Bf and I celebrated two years together on the 13th. We followed tradition and stopped by the place where we had our first date. There was an atrocious hillbilly band playing, but we had a few drinks and made small talk with the bartender. Lo and behold, she told us that the owner sold the bar, and they were doing away with the live music format. The new owners were turning it into a neighborhood bar. I am very disappointed!
It's is a great venue for live acoustic acts, both local and national, and they have developed a good following over the past few years. To turn it into a neighborhood bar is almost an insult. There are hundreds of dive bars in town; we don't need another. Since I don't have $100k lying around to buy the bar and call the shots, we decided to get a photo of us on our last anniversary there. It's a bummer that we won't be able to honor our tradition throughout the years.
It was nice to have an adults-only evening with my paramour. We had an excellent dinner, a few drinks, and we were home by 11:30 for some no-holds-barred, whole-house, scream-til-you're-hoarse, wild-n-crazy horizontal mambo. **wink** It's hell trying to cum with your face in the pillow, so we took advantage of the kids sleeping over at grandma's.
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