Wednesday, February 21, 2007

Embarrassment

Walking through a small European town looking at all the crowded bars about one per block. One has an older crowd sitting on open air patio. One looks like an old world pub.
Camping in a remote wilderness. Dad finds a pair of my white jockey underwear hanging in a tree. He makes a joke of presenting them at the end of a big story in front of everyone when we get back.

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