What do you call a day that begins by being tossed around for six hours in a boat on Lake Erie in three to five foot swells fishing for walleye, continues on to a bar in Lakewood in celebration of a 50th birthday where the neighbor calls the cops because you and a group of other women somehow manage to become too loud and rowdy playing shuffleboard, and ends with you as part of the adult entertainment compliments of a male stripper (yes, there are men present)?
I call it a pretty damn good day.
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