
They liked him and he liked the ones I care about. Lots of stories were shared and burgers were grilled.
Burgers, instead of pork steak, because I made a fleeting comment to Grampa about liking one over the other. Jokes were made about me being the favorite, and yeah, I probably am. ;)

They had a stage set up with some musical act. I dunno, she was okay. Geoff didn't like her. But look, there's Gateway One in the background and the Arch behind it.

( More of Fair St. Louis, then the rooftop party where some other friends joined us. )
So InBev, a Belgium company, wants to buy the pride of St. Louis; Anheuser-Busch. Phil McClary wrote a song for St. Louis and while I wish I could show it to you right here, I'm afraid you'll have to
click this link
to see and hear him sing it.
Tonight I'm going to go to Fair St. Louis, then I'm going to view the fireworks under the Arch from the top of Jack Buck's restaurant. You can't get much more city pride than that.
Pictures to come.
In true Frippy fashion, she brought along something she found while walking the dangerous streets of LaFayette Square:

An Olan Mills family photograph from the 80's. I remember we got our family pictures taken there too, but like, not in front of a fake bookcase, and no one gouged out the eyes and mouth of anyone in my family after printing.
We had a skater-boy waiter who kept messing everything up and then laughing to us about how dumb he was. Then, at the end, he sang Happy Birthday to Frippy in Italian. And really, what could top off the evening any better? Oh wait - giving the Vegan birthday girl a big fudge brownie with whipped cream.

She blew out the candle then boxed it up and gave it to me. How nice.
And finally, via

The Shriners are in town and they have invaded our trendy hangout.
Justin is not happy.
Last night I was at a gay club, but today I'm hanging with the
grandparents. It's my weekly reset.

I'm not really sure what happened last night. I think I stayed at that
bar with a couple coworkers and my boss until... I don't know
when. Now I'm getting ready for work and my chest hurts and I think I
might even still be drunk. Wish me luck!
Jack keeps calling him boo-chee ball.
So far, my award for being here is a beer and 5 bucks. We think they
are going to make this a buy in for a Bocce Ball tournament.
Edit: I just got another 50!
It's our company anniversary. "Jack" is giving a speech.
While some of you may give me a hard time about seeing it, in the end, I was satisfied. Unlike all you schmucks who saw Indiana Jones.
Sex in the City did not suck. That's my review. OH! And St. Louis was prominently featured! Eight bucks well spent. The nine bucks for a "Carrie Cosmo" in a plastic cup, not so much.
My "free inside" this morning was a midget Heath Ledger as the Joker.
Creepy? Cute? You decide.
Geoff has been having a boring computer conversation with Dale's brother for
at least an hour. Anne-Marie tried to interrupt by dancing between
them. No luck.
Nick and Suzi swing dancing.
Nick, Anne-Marie and Suzi at the BBQ.
There's a washers tourney going on at Dale's b-day party right now.
Maybe I can catch her this year.
Dammit.
Having frappachino with Frippy in Lafayette Square.
By the way, about 1,000 cab drivers live on my street, but they still
take half an hour to pick you up on a Friday night.













