Covid Boiling Over Point

Mogadishu Matt

I hurried back to the hotel after a long day, after someone re-wrote our schedule for unbelievable reasons. It had been a long but decent day.

I was scheduled to meet up with a few friends for dinner. One of our party members was on the fence about making it, eventually had something come up. (I had worried that it was serious after someone else had read texts from that person and had a distraught face).

We ended up having a nice supper, outside of other people trying to feed me booze. (I was trying to pace myself. It tears up my stomach).

We finished up our meal. Two of the people in our party were getting animated with level 6 “amorousness”. I felt that our night was alive but dying due to legal restrictions. (the town closed down at 10 pm due to “Rona” restrictions). It was all but…

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