Peg Leg Meg's and Bandana Anna's Journal of their trek to Tucson from New Hampshire. And random stuff.
Friday, July 20, 2007
My Naked Man
Well since Megan has been having naked men experiences, I've started to feel left out. That is until recently. Aboot a month ago I was at a meeting located in Florida. The hotel I was staying at had a configuration where every room had a balcony that over looked the ocean. So one night, a friend and I were sitting on the balcony, drinking some wine and playing chatty cathy. All of a sudden, she goes silent and is staring at something directly behind me. I don't really notice until I notice how she's trying to mutter something. She is from Ireland, so you have to picture her saying this with her Irish accent. "Ooh Anna, your neighbor just walked out onto the patio. Nekkid. He wulked to the edge of the patio, loooked out at the ocean, and then loooked right over here at us. OOOh Anna, he was butt naked! And then my doorbell rang. No joke. No one was there, but I definitely locked every lock I could find that night.
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