We went to Portland for a training thing. On the way up we stopped at the Olive Garden. The gang tried to ditch me, I sure foiled them.
I went out to a bar with Evelyn and her ex-man-friend. The bartender looked like the hipster version of Lou Ferrigno.
Maxine exited the free way in search of gas. Some how we drove past the gas station an 20 some miles out of the way.
We stopped at a park to use the bathroom. Note that this was BEFORE we finally found another gas station.
Ben got back from New Hampshire. Tan, rested, and full of expletives.
Ben bowled a 194.
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