Call me weird, but I like to go around and look at lights. Xmas eve we drive around for an hour or two looking at homes.
Lest you think I don't like the beauty of Christmas lights I need to clarify...it is the 'pre looking at the lights' ordeal and the loss of control by riding in a limo. If time to escape comes I wanna be in charge of my own destiny.
Lest you think I don't like the beauty of Christmas lights I need to clarify...it is the 'pre looking at the lights' ordeal and the loss of control by riding in a limo. If time to escape comes I wanna be in charge of my own destiny.
Agreed.
Your next post is a big one, Mick. Make the most of it.
I remember cruising around in a 1982 Ford Fairmont with my sister and parents looking at Christmas lights, with a milk shake in hand and listening to John Denver & The Muppets Christmas album (Mom's favorite album...I think she had a thing for Animal, the drummer). I miss those days