Today Bob Kleinpeter knocked on our door. He is one crazy dude. He took Larry and me out for lunch. I loved dancing with him. Apparently he knows my dancing friend Annette Jacobsson. I packed my stuff quickly, and Larry drove me to Tom's house. I waited for him to get ready in the house, then we took off and headed for the airport. He had a really cool jacket which said "Lindyhopper from Hell" on the back. We said goodbye and it all felt okay. I slept like a baby all the way home, including on the flight from London. Probably needed it.
I feel like a hamburger. I mean, literally like a hamburger.
DIET STARTS NOW!
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