The wine glasses were breaking, the soy sauce flying. Just another happy hour out with the girls. A little catch-up toast or two surrounded by the beautiful people of Scottsdale (okay, we made fun of most of them with the girls and their new boobs and the guys with their higher than there expectations, especially a recently engaged goo-goo eyed well past 50 thong flashing gold digger). Started dreaming about a little cafe in France...no lie.
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