I’m going to start my three day weekend tale on the Saturday (my Friday evening wasn’t anything to write home about… I was asleep by 10, a much more common occurrence than I care to admit). It was one of those last, sunny, crisp fall days, the ones that you go outside for because you know that soon the cold grasp of winter will take hold. We went to our local for a drink in the sunshine. My friend Boris joined us for a spell but after a few minutes he decided the butchers seemed like a promising place to be so he sat out there for a bit (of course it paid off… after only a couple of minutes of begging, Le Boucher appeared and popped something in Boris’s mouth).
Later that afternoon, we went to visit Mr.&Mrs.Honey. It had been awhile since we’d seen them and they’re always good company. Plus, you never know what fantastic things we’ll get up to while we’re there… whether it’s sampling homemade alcohol or being given mushrooms that sheep brush their teeth with (yeah, you read that last bit correctly), The Honeys are always entertaining.
This time it was Champagne and rap videos. Mrs.Honey poured the Champagne while Mr.Honey put on the rap music channel (I was confused too). I swear that house is a bit like tumbling down Alice in Wonderland’s rabbit hole but in the best possible way.
After two bottles of Champagne and enough French rap to last me a lifetime, we managed to tear ourselves away for an evening at The Croupier’s house with Honey Jr and Honey’s Honey.
|Gregory thought that if he listened hard enough, he might be able to hear the ocean.|
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