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Caroline and I not only closed down the White Horse last night, we also hung around while Joe was closing everything down with a couple of the regulars. Which means that we left the bar at around...3:30? And I had...3 Pimms? Dude. The super-cute Jake is way entertaining when he's drunk and wanting to cook me dinner. I approve of boys that can cook.

This was a means of indoctrinating Caroline into the wonderful world of being a single girl that hangs out in bars with me, a terrific land where there are always people around to buy your drinks and say nice things. Evenings like last night don't happen extremely often, but when they do they're awesome.

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Note to self: confusing "pastry dough" and "biscuit dough" when you're at the market is going to seriously screw up whatever you're trying to make.