five hours at the (pizza) parlor.

you read that right folks. we went to The Parlor for “a drink” after work and five hours later decided it was probably time to go home. we posted up in the bar near an open window above the herb garden (love it) and vicky and joe came by for a little bit before going home to sleep off their florida jet lag. we stayed. it was one of those nights where conversation was flowing and it would have been too tragic to cut it off. we got deep. work. life. love. vacations.

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