Love my friends, they come with interesting stories.
This bunch are all rock climbers. Taiwanese, Filipino, Japanese, German with doggies, Melody and Ziggy the squirrel and chicken killer. I also know Turkish, Ukrainian, Russian, Iranian, Singaporean, Irish, French, Vietnamese climbers. Our potlucks were epic!
#1 called me up at 6:30am, one Thanksgiving. Asking if I knew how to cook turkey. #3 got thrown into jail for beating up her boy friend in the night before.
I went over with #1 and broke into #3's house and cooked Thanksgiving party dinner (18 people), two turkeys and fixins. She was released later the day.
Dude confided, later that evening, #3 was in jail. Me, no ****! Guess who broke in and cooked dinner!
#2 was always trying to get me hooked up with #1 and #3. She gave out pheromones. Jeebus! Her two kids are fair and blond. Austrian husband.
#4 dropped #3 while climbing. #3 broke her back and got helicoptered out. She is fine now. She flashed me at a Halloween party. Nice. #3 also has 100+ parachute jumps.
#4 also a yoga teacher. 6'+, red-head with an insane playmate figure. Out of the blue, Facetimed me, while in bed and in the nude. Might have been drinking.
#3 and me, went to #4's wedding at a billionaire's estate.
Dude once off-handly said, it was incestuous dating our friends. He dated at least 3 climber friends. I dated another yoga teacher, recently divorced, who climbed a little.
So I was cool.
