When you're thirsty -- and I often am -- there is nothing like Thirsty Thursday at McCormick Field.
'Course, you've got to go to Asheville, NC, to get there . . .
. . . but why wouldn't you?
I mean, just look who you run into when you get there.
Oh, hi Mistah!
Julie tormented her poor girl Erin with photos until she went plum crazy . . .
Totally plum crazy.
But oh, the Plum Crazy Time we had . . .
I spied Mr. Moon, who reminded me vaguely of my dearest friend and mascot Mr. Met, and yelled to Julie, "Come on!" She jumped up without a question or second thought and followed me as I chased Mr. Moon for a photo.
We've been to Asheville approximately one million times . . .
. . . and we've been to McCormick Field approximately one million times . . .
Once upon a glass or twelve of wine, Jacquie and Beth and Ellie got to talking. We decided that we were all enormously smart and clever and hilarious, and that it would be a crime not to share our unique talents with the world. We decided to start a blog together.
We needed a name, so Jacquie asked Beth: “What should we call a blog about meand you and Ellie?” And the rest, as they say, is history. We are having a blast writing this thing, and if there was any trepidation that we were only smart and clever and hilarious that night because of all the wine, our words here thus far have succinctly affirmed our mutual self-admiration.
What are you reading?
Ellie - The Peripheral, William Gibson
Jacquie - The Husband's Secret
Beth - Perfection: A Memoir of Betrayal and Renewal by Julie Metz