BPWD no.2

Yesss, thats right.  It's my turn to follow on from Phuts drunken ravings and make make my own half-pissed (make that fully) post about the last week or so.

Oringinal title was "Margaritas and Sexy Stews".  This has changed. 

We're going to have a couple of sort of disjointed sentences here , so try and bear with me - you may enjoy the ride.  But it will probably make you feel sick.

First off, what a fan-fucking-tastic holiday. I mean really, it rocked lots.  Me and Phut (I think thats Phut and I) had a load of fun and drank some bars dry of Jaegermeister (sp?) as well as a few other things.  We also played baseball, wandered the beach, drank some things and ate ribs and steak and cheesesteaks and wings.  By the way Phut that buffalo sauce you recommended rules, especially when it spills on your clothes in your baggage.

Sooooo, tonight we have had a US night in commmemmommorration of my visit by eating wings with buffalo sauce, chicken with Jack Daniels sauce and tequila with margarita sauce.  Fantastic. It was only marred by me forgetting to close the mixer (not for the first time) when making the margaritas so my floor smells of tequila now (also not for the first time). I blame it on the jolly bartender at my local bar who got me hammered before I'd even got the shopping home.

Did I mention that the stewardess on the plane was great? Well she was - she plied me with drink for the whole flight but unfortunately even though she had a short skirt there was no handjob in the toilet for Ribby.  Guess that's why First Class is better than Business.

I had lots of problems on the drive to DC, but you don't care about that, I got home after all.