Attr( 'alt' ); if ( typeof alt !== typeof undefined && alt !== false ) { $a.attr( 'title', alt ); } } ); $( '#grid-galler... a' ).swipebox( { removeBarsOnMobile : false, beforeOpen : function () { console.log( 'gallery ready' ); if ( window.innerWidth < 768 ) { $( ".navbar.navbar-inverse.navbar-fixed-top.visible-sm.visible-xs" ).css( 'z-index', '1' ); if ( window.history && window.history.pushState ) { $( window ).on(. It was all I could do. But, otherwise, things generally seemed fine between us. I'd always thought we were a couple until the night of the Bradford Halloween party, our Senior year. Debbie said she was working late (she worked part time at some clothing store), so I stayed home for most of the night giving out candy. Then I hit a couple of hot spots before going on to the party. Things were kind of quiet, and something just didn't seem right. People were looking at me strangely. A friend of. But it wasn't.We paid our $2 each and entered the park.There's a section that has some sand and is treated as a beach. There was the usual assortment of noisy children running around with everything from air mattresses to inner tubes to swim fins with or without masks and snorkels to the young ones with the water wings around their thin arms. And the ones stuck on the sand with their plastic pails and shovels.I didn't spot any topless models or thongs. No one at all I would call attractive.. "I'm sorry. Are we okay?" I text.At least the reply was quick so I'm not stewing."Of course K. I've been trying to see you for days. Your flat'sdeserted. Now I know why. What the hell are you doing in Sydney?Actually don't answer that! LOL."Encouraging at least. She's not mad. But what the hell is she talkingabout? And how does she know I'm in Sydney? I hadn't told anyone. I'dpretty much booked the flight Tuesday night and flown up Wednesdaymorning. No one knew I was going, and no one knew I.