As Kik writes we had a lovely time yesterday at the Clearwater Jazz Fest. We made some friends and heard some good music. Besides the new friends she speaks of, our location under a couple trees near a little man-made creek-thing gave us the unusual advantage of listening to two young boys in the wild. (i.e. they were close enough for us to hear - but didn't think we were listening - they apparently felt the foliage was sheilding them from us.) So, based on this unique location I overheard the boys, one about 7 with a Lemonade and one about 11 sans drink sitting in the tree above us:
7yr w/ L: The lemonade here just isn't as fresh as it should be.
11yr: Yeah, they probably didn't put enough water in it.
7 yr. w/ L: Yeah, but it really seemed like they added a lot of water.
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At one point, I walked away to get us some drinks. I came back and saw a figure wearing khaki pants and a navy blue shirt scampering up the tree we were lying under.
I was going to KILL Amy (can we say just had knee surgery)... but after coming a little closer, I realized that it was one of the boys in the wild.
Heh.
i often think that about my beer.
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