back from the nup

From the moment the capsule door lifted open, the return was flavored uneventful allowing the editor's cut of the pac NW experience to fully resonate. Twelve dreamy steps all containing the essential layers and nary a spot of Mr. Frown.

We met at Anthony's and the initial proved to be correct. But when travel angel takes the wheel the stage depicts the encore congruently. Wicked teas lubed our knees so who cares about the clicking sound on the door named 162. Once there, the honesty was featured and so was the walk through the lobby.

Crossing the bridge, thoughts of tutu and brisket flashed but so did the very last vestige of teanite. Some Pike and bacon swiss turkey club fueled the last flight and the trolley of good times is now still, replaced by the chacun a son gout of this here place.

forget about prince charming
go for the wolf
he can see you better
hear you better
and eat you better

~Modulus