It was JL’s B’day a few days prior to BB’s.
The fourteenth.
February.
All the restaurants in town were offering a unique Valentine’s day menu at killer prices.
A massacre.
Taking the theme a little too far we thought, so we went to the bar.
“I’m happy with a take-away.” JL said.
“It’s always like this on my birthday, I don’t usually bother.”
We bothered.
Got rice and chicken in a plastic pot.
Got some beer.
Ate.
Drank.
Merried.
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