wearing my hat

So, as I was leaving McNellies one night, this girl asks if if she can try my hat on. I say, only if I can take your picture. And then I got my hat back.

So, as I was leaving McNellies one night, this girl asks if if she can try my hat on. I say, only if I can take your picture. And then I got my hat back.
Remember, this was all one night. 




Was peaceful and really nice. A calm day with a good drunk at the right end of it. Also, got to hang out with: 
And, even though you only see her knees/hands/arms, Victoria was there too. 
And then I met (or re-met, depending on how drunk you have to be on a first meeting for it not to count) Jessica: 
A good day. And I know I went and got these pictures up mad quick. Don’t get used to it.
Not the ‘Mills’, like I just mistyped and corrected. No, this is Rex’s home bar. And This is one big post, because there isn’t a natural break in them. 







