When bad reception is great

Tuesday, July 25, 2006
by Amanda.

I had this conversation with my mom today.

Me: Yeah, Cade and I are going to Zabar’s later.

Her: Gay bars?! You guys go to gay bars?!

Me: Zabar’s! For cheese!

Her: Gay bars?! For sleaze?!

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2 Comments

  1. Aaron says:
    Thursday, July 27, 2006 at 10:33 am

    HUrray for 500! I’ll be in touch…in San Fran now…

  2. Camille says:
    Sunday, August 6, 2006 at 5:04 pm

    Cheesy gay bars. Hmm, that sounds like Olympia.

    Congrats on a year of MsAdventures! May you have many, many more!

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