Happy Birthday Hattie

We ate and drank like kings + queens at un underground joint that wouldn't have looked out of place in Goodfellas; with cabin tables surrounded by dimly lit ostentatious stained glass booths. It was heart fulfilling to chat all evening with a bunch of top femmes about climbing and mountain biking and all things mountainous. Too little, too late !

We have now officially finished our season. Last guesties have just departed. We didn't get fired. We didn't balls up dramatically [anymore] [miraculously] [or did we], and soon it will be time to go home. But wait! Do we have a home? Ah that's right, we have no home no more! We have a rusty old ambulance waiting for us, and if they'll have us, a bunch of long lost buds to throw our arms around- and then... well, we'll see!