Shady. Gold River Is. Actually it is not. But when you drink in the places that you used to eat lunch at in 5th grade, you cannot help but feel shady. When you fall over on the bike trail and it is not because you crashed your bike, you feel shady.
When you pretend that Gold River is a college town and it is not, you are shady.
Welcome to last night.
We bar hopped. In Gold River Town Center. Applebee's, Mision Rogelio & Outback. Good Jack & Cokes. But I made my fatal error and forgot to order my last drink of the night. The drink that I should always order.
Water. On the rocks. With a twist. It is anything but shady.