Back To The Needle
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Right. The picnic
munchies were ready, we had blankets, pillows, and everything we might need to
have a wicked cool park and fountain fest. So, what happens? We get there and
there’s some sort of huge fair with a gazillion people and stalls everywhere
soaking up every inch of space. Sigh. Refusing to give up on our day we
trundled home, dumped the kit bags, and trundled back.
Free drinks? … ew!
… fountain water!
Getting very, very
wet.
This bloke saw me
and asked me to take his hot dog in for a cooling rub down.
Two very, very wet
creatures.
He was a cool
pooch and we had a rock time.
A nice shot of the
sun going down. It was getting a wee bit chilly so we got burgers, had beers at
the stalls, and headed out to the pub.
Straight into a quite
massive police cordon. I dunno, maybe the dog bit the president or something
and was on the FBI’s ten most wanted.
