Remember the rundown old house I showed you in this post? I’m still stuck on it. I want to know this house’s story; how came to be and why it is in shambles now.
After this weekend, I can relate to this worn down, busted old house. Saturday evening, I survived an eleven hour bartending shift on game day in Norman, Oklahoma. After pouring what must have been one million drinks, I can say with certainty that OU fans are crazy. However, their post-game libations have funded my future Seattle shopping spree, so to that I cry, “BOOMER!”.
More on bartending, Seattle and shopping later… It’s Monday and I’m still in recovery mode.