Man, I'm Going To Miss The Monastery

Met up with my pal, Maria, last night at The Monastery. It was a beautiful night to be there. The weather was perfect with just a touch of coolness in the air. Have to enjoy that while it lasts since it's projected to hit 100 degrees this weekend.

We had a couple of beers and some popcorn and caught up on our latest doings. Somehow, most of my stories end up being boy related, go figure. We were periodically distracted by the volleyball game...especially by one particular player. Man, what a nice six pack he had (and there I go with the boy stuff again).

Ran into my bud, Teddy, in the parking lot. He goes there every Wednesday with his Hash group. If you don't know what Hashers are, they're self-described "drinkers with a running problem". Fun folks and very close to Parrot Heads in their behaviors.

The scuttlebutt is that the last big hurrah is the weekend of June 17th so we're passing on the invite to all to join us on that Friday night to mourn its demise. We've spent countless hours there over the years...it will be very, very sad to see it go.

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