"Why don't we sit in the dormer so we have a more quite space for talking and the music will not be so loud? " I say.
A bunch of my friends go out on Wednesday evening to listen to local music and catch up. It is a very safe comfortable space. A loft with a caffe vibe in an old restored building from Alaska's past. It is an Ale House in the lower portion. All the windows look out on historic land and mountains in the distance.
It invites older and younger people. New memories made and bits of past ones evoke memories of folk music from our younger days. Legends born and Legends past. (Hobo Jim)
"No, she says." "I must be seen!"
Why?
"I have my note pad and pen. I ready to meet guys"
Not very discrete. She interacts with other guests and is loud and annoying. Perhaps only to me.
She is dressed Alaskan casual. Her hair done nicely and slight make up. Ok looking for a woman 77 years of age.
She has her pencil and note pad ready for taking names.
I am aware of older people looking but the thirsty nature of this has really taken me aback.
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