After years of Jimmy complaining that I don’t pick out sexy enough outfits for him, I found him this very skimpy red skirt and halter top in Curacao. He found the perfect wig at a party shop in The Hague. I wasn’t quite as proud of my outfit. Not sure which was worse: that I fit in the dress Marc left behind or that he looked better in it? And I should have been suspicion when Hush Puppy said that rather than loaning me a wig, he insisted that I’d keep it.
Unfortunately, the turnout was dismal despite the fantastic weather. Before we headed out on trail, we played a game with a toilet plunger and empty toilet paper roll; it was fun, but those photos aren’t fit for including.
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