St. Louis is fun. I was there for a bagpiping thing a number of years back. It was in July. OMG was it scorching. I just walked around like Anchorman Ron Burgundy, "It's so damn hot!!" (and yes, milk was a bad choice)
I did meet some very friendly neo-nazis at a bar. Apparently they like bagpipes, too. Who knew?
My H's biggest complaint about me was my need to make friends everywhere. Maybe he should have been enough of one! Huh? (Sorry, that was mean.).
Hey Mind, I've been thinking about that comment all day. What kind of tool doesn't want his partner to be outgoing? Was he jealous that you stole his spotlight? Was he more comfortable being a wallflower? Not paying enough attention to him?