I am wandering the grounds of the resort I am staying at this weekend, working on my fourth drink in eight hours, and it has occurred to me that several of the snippets of conversation I have overheard would make excellent writing prompts.))
"I don't know what parking lot you're in, Victoria." "Ben! Mike! Uncle Jerry!" "Cody would never let me - we just established that. Leslie would, but I'm still not sure that's a good idea." "DON'T EAT THE PINECONE EMILY"))
Driving delivery for what I hope is the last time tonight. Going to go to the next city over thanks to this delivery place being so close to the beltway. Museum District yeee
Actually, the only thing that wasn't stolen at the Louvre's Apollo Gallery is the Regent Diamond, figure no one would take it because something to do with a curse.