My Insiders All Access Pass got cancelled last night.
It was Ladie’s Night and it was Miss Carol’s turn to host(ess?) which meant I was supposed to take my nasty male bits and disappear.
And I tried.
Fleeing the estrogen cloud I went upstairs with a book, some beers, and a really cool feel for an evening spent drinking and reading quietly and alone.
And I tried.
But then Miss Carol started bringing tour groups up to see our upstairs, women who had somehow missed seeing our, um, bedroom? And me? Sitting there reading and drinking and maybe looking forlorn and lonely all by myself?
It was a little bit like being in a petting zoo.
So I smiled and hugged and laughed and talked and wondered if there would be some kinda reciprocity and I could get some of their food.
But there wasn’t and I didn’t.
Damn.
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