Tourist

My friend Shelley had a great idea for her birthday. On Sunday a big group of us dressed up like San Francisco tourists and climbed onto a double decker tour bus and spent over 5 hours exploring our fare city. What a fun thing to do! The bus stopped at all the major landmarks and let us get off and wander around. I found an ice cream parlor at Fisherman's Wharf and ordered a big fat hot fudge sundae. I sat on a curb and kinda wolfed it down. I rarely let myself eat ice cream anymore. As I finished my sundae one of my fellow Woodcocks passed by. She was taking her family for a tour. We exchanged pleasantries and then went on our merry way. A few minutes later i looked down at my shirt.. i had chocolate ice cream all down the front of me and a bit left on my chin. I think I'll say i was on Ambien and don't remember seeing her. It worked for Patrick Kennedy. Apparently he explained away picking up hookers by saying he was on the sleeping drug. If you can pick up hookers and not remember.. then surely you can be a sloppy ice cream eater.