2 thoughts on “the big city”

  1. I hear you Paddy Cool. My first invite to a big city party was in 1975 when I first moved there. It was people from our company Head Office so I was all set to impress. I showed up in a sky blue leisure suit, only declining to wear the ascot tie at the last minute. I may as well have tattooed loser on my forehead. Every one else was appropriately causal except, of course, me. I sat in the corner and did what I did best at the time and got raving drunk. I did, however, leave a lasting impression with the Head Office crew. Strangely, and I’m sure coincidentally, I was transferred to Edmonton shortly after. Hmmm, adventures of a real country bumpkin…you still had your cool.

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