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January 08, 2005

Ball

Going to the local ball tonight. Wish me luck. More later.

Posted at January 8, 2005 05:35 PM
Comments

You know you're incurably curious when you take this information and the information "west of Vienna" and try to find out where a blogger lives ;)

(And get at least one possible hit)

Posted by: TH at January 8, 2005 06:20 PM

Oh, and do have fun.

Posted by: TH at January 8, 2005 06:21 PM

Baseball?

Posted by: Karan at January 8, 2005 07:18 PM

You know the rules -- home before midnight or the Dobro turns into a pumpkin.

(though that might be an improvement)

Tell Cinderella that Charlotte says "Hi!"

Posted by: Brian at January 8, 2005 07:31 PM

Eh, we took my wife's car because it was cleaner inside. Hate to get crumbs and stuff on ball gowns. Got home two-ish. Oddly enough, the Doblo turned into a pumpkin anyway. Pulled by eight white mice. Which is an improvement.

Cinderella says hi, Charlotte.

Posted by: mig at January 9, 2005 10:24 AM

Oh, and TH, don't tell!

Posted by: mig at January 9, 2005 10:26 AM

I wouldn't, and I'm very probably wrong anyway.

Posted by: TH at January 9, 2005 09:55 PM
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