My old partner in crime showed up this past weekend. Just to check in on his family, he said. I picked him up from the airport at 9 on Friday night and dumped him out again at 4am Monday morning. We packed in visits with old friends, cold cold night outings, one delicious brunch, and of course, our Sunday family dinner. This new city-slicker has abandoned his Caribbean roots and found our 30-something degree weather to be "kind of nice" and was hot in my car on the way into town.
"Turn down the heat Tacklebox! I'm baking in here!"
Jibbs loves his new life in the city and is adjusting to the Corporate Shoe world with the same ease and finesse that wins him table service in Fast Food chains.
He outraged us with his unnaturally large appetite, consuming almost half of each colorful dish at the table. After dinner we played a few rounds of Pig, ate old brownies and then, of course, we danced.
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