So, Ok. We rolled into Angleton last night around 8:30 and went to the Ice House. It was lame at first, but as the Lone Star kicked in, it began to feel like home. Or, at least, like any dive bar in any time, USA. The band was fine, fun to sing along to. The girls, while rednecks, were hot enough, I suppose. Evidence of fetal alcohol syndrome was
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