Mice on the run: part 3 (Ladies, meet Dylan)

This one's for the ladies back home.
On the Eve of Day 2 of mouse tales, Lucinda had to go straight to bed....
Dylan and I went to Ritas my most favorite
Karaoke bar of all time.
The KJ was a dick, as usual...and wouldn't let me sing the songs I wanted.
I had to do a whole new song list and that put me in a mood.
We "borrowed" my mom's san diego hat and alas
it went missing...
For some reason, when I am around dylan I like to test the hands of fate..
he just brings out the goth in me..
we decided to go to lake ralfine ( a lake famous for slugs that give you the flesh eating bacteria). We were ready to dive in, but got to the end of that pier and changed our minds...
After swinging the swings, I was ready to head on out, but dylan came up with the grand scheme to break into
la can tera
a country club that i was to poor to attend in my youth. A place where all the rich kids got to go swimming in the summers.
So we showed them! We had a dip on the house!
I did have to bare witness to Dylans tie-dye panties...
and climb a fence (as if my scar from the graveyard fence climbing wasn't enough proof of my strength)
We made it home with only a few bruises
and a pair of oakleys to replace the san diego hat.