Confession: I was actually doing a rain dance on Monday in hopes of a justifiable, legitimate Drafter cancellation. When that failed (seems as though my kids aren’t the only ones who don’t appreciate my dance moves), I settled for the gusty wind excuse. Truth be told- I was just out of gas. The tank is now full of high octane fuel (chocolate stout, mostly). Let’s rock the Roxbury Tavern route on Monday.
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