A bit of cross-cultural study
I'm back from a Christmas party at the house of my mother's coworker. We had to drive northwest up into Homossassa, about 45 minutes away, quite past the middle of nowhere.
All I can really say about it is that they had a den that looked like a sleazy pool hall, complete with the football schedule posters, cigarette ads, and beer ads (on mirrors).
I can also say that they had a guest doing an Elvis impersonation.
I think I'm going to go rent a Volvo and drive it to the closest Starbucks to pick up a really frou-frou latte.
All I can really say about it is that they had a den that looked like a sleazy pool hall, complete with the football schedule posters, cigarette ads, and beer ads (on mirrors).
I can also say that they had a guest doing an Elvis impersonation.
I think I'm going to go rent a Volvo and drive it to the closest Starbucks to pick up a really frou-frou latte.
