A Recipe for a Party. . .
40 degrees and a park. Porta-potties and music. Lots of college-aged people.
Beer. And a guy with a determined way to transport it. He really hoped I wasn't with the paper.
And lots and lots of police.
And more police.
There were even the usual squad cars, but also police vans, and police on foot. I had no idea our little city even had this many police!
By the way, it's just a coincidence that my last two posts refer to beer! I'm truly not an alcoholic! Ask my friends and relatives! I'm much more likely to be a one-drink-fall-asleep type person!