Making punch is a very social event. Last night at the bakery, my co-workers and I made a big bowl of punch in the bakery kitchen. Who cares if it crossed the boundaries of no detection of alcohol despite the copious amounts of riesling, rum, vodka and brandy in it. Cackling witches around their brew. It was a fun night. Sitting in the second hand store at two in the morning playing 'Tribond', drinking cider, playing with puzzles and talking about the extra inches pink silk padded bras give you. Oh, I love the randomness, dear Banff.
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