A two dollar bill we received in Houston at the Mucky Duck – known for giving change in two dollar bills. Presumably with little swan things in silver marker on them.
I’m at the College Perk feeling the thunder storm brew around me, and craving the electricity. I miss dancing on picnic tables in a bathrobe. There just don’t seem to be many around anymore.
Picnic tables that is. I’ve got bathrobes for the asking.
In any case, there’s almost nothing better than a good thunderstorm – there are variations and combinations that can be better – sex in a thunderstorm… kissing in a thunderstorm… arching one’s back against the bark of a large tree as the wind kicks up and thunder trembles the air and FINGERNAILS…
Ahem.
But yeah, almost nothing better than a thunderstorm.
I like the Perk – it’s devoid of Life right now, compared to any other time I’ve been here. There are just a couple of people kicking back with soup and murmered conversation. There are people out on the porch watching the pyrotechnics, and I’m listening to the rain and the rage and the wind and the hiss of the cappucino machine and the whining of a whuffly dog.
Heh. I AM glad I’m not driving in it.
