The mill
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. 








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. 








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.
Remember, this was all one night. 




At McNellie’s. As of this writing, it was yesterday, but by the time this publishes, it’ll be last wednesday. 
