So this is the story of Crazy (Lexi) and her mom, Thirsty (Jill). Sidebar for a moment: Lexi warrants her own book of stories and sordid tales but that is for another time.
Lexi and I had been talking for a few months, flirting but nothing really happening. She was in our circle of friends so we saw each other and hung out a decent amount but she was dating a guy almost the same age as her parents, so we never hooked up but the connection was real. Everyone knew it was bound to happen… even we did but at this point it hadn’t yet.
It was a Sunday afternoon in the fall, Lexi told me that she was going to the browns game to tailgate and hang out downtown to celebrate her aunt Vicki’s birthday. So I of course agreed and said I would meet them down there. I got down around 1130 and they had been there since 9am ish. It was later in the fall so it was cool, not cold but there was a decent breeze off the lake which made it colder. I parked at the hotel where Lexi, Jill, and aunt Vicki (neither of which I’d met before this day) got a room for the night and began my walk to the bar, which was about 14 blocks away.