Saturday night at the mall

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Five years ago on a Saturday night with my then guyfriend Andy, we would have started the night with a nice dinner, an evening of drinks with friends at a local bar and then good old raucous sex until morning. I remember trying my hardest to get home before my dad would get up for the paper which was usually around 6 30ish.
My Mom and Dad would keep the girls overnight usually one night every two weeks so the nights we had all night, yup we had allll night.
There was one night when I did fall asleep and woke up and it was light out. OH MY GOD I GOTTA GET HOME. Then it hit me Andy picked me up last night so I gotta get the bear up to drive me home. Double shameful it is 7 in the morning and "that guy" is bringing her home.
My dear friend Maryellen that passed away in Jan called me one morning and was teasingly saying
"Oh Suzie there was s strange car parked in front of your house all night. I called your Dad and he said he didnt know whos it was so he took a walk down there around 1 am and FOUND OUT pretty quick who's it was."
"You and ANdy werent in the living room fooling around were you?"
"Yes"
"thats what your dad said and was he pissed"
I knew she was kidding and we had a good ;laugh about it.
She would tease about Timmy stopping by and peeking in, the kids stopping in, my dad.
We laughed alot and I miss her much.
Well anyway fast forward to last night, our Saturday night at the steamtown mall, looking as trains, walking the stores, and watching the boy in the bubble. You know the tubes, bubbles, slides galore at the malls. well there he was peaking out of the bubble end of the play thingy and we took lots of pictures. I reminded Andy of our "Old days" and he wouldnt trade the bubble boy days for those days for anything.
I had to think about it for a bit but I wouldnt either.

Other pic on the ride to the mall with foliage.

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