A New Year's party, the first I can remember attending in-- decades?-- at our home bar, the legendary Golden Spur, yards not miles from Casa Q, my watering hole for some thirty years, Peculiar's first "regular", Eli's from birth a few months ago, and where Phil Grayson grew up (his father used to own it; unfortunately not here because he went back to NYC a couple of days ago)...
Some day I'll focus on history and the cowboy tradition there, but this batch is pure happy idiocy.
Family & postmaster Greg, L's boss, our friend; Peculiar with well- decorated offspring; L; Greg; part- time bartender Cat Aragon, who both teaches and works here, admiring the Beastie. Click to enlarge. (I promised Sam, who worked the door, not to "put him on the internet" without his photo approval).
3 comments:
Looks like a fantastic time. We barely managed to stay up until 9pm ...
Happy New Year to the Q Nation!
With funny hatness even. That's something for the Spur.
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