DumpJack Wrote:
Today: Not going in to work; Do a little bit here from the couch and then commence The Drinking. Find me a patio and some draft, after that grabbing some wings tonight and settling in with Rossi.
Sat/Sun/Mon: I have absolutely nothing planned but copious amounts of drinking and bbqing. Actually I think we might hit another patio on Sat. for some lunch and a few pitchers. So far for dinners, I'm planning on some back ribs, souvlaki kabobs and some sausage, not necessarily in that order. And for the booze, I've got sangria, tequila, cider and beer, not necessarily in that order either.
At least THE EPIC BOREDOM is making you into a hell of chef.
Today: Go look at new office space. Complain to people how dumb other people are. Leave town as early as possible to meet up with Rick Derris and his band of Heavies and drive to Bearpaw, in NC to commence the monger weekend at the lake AKA "4th of July No Pants Clambake."
Tomorrow: Mong on DAT Boat for as long as we can handle it. Come home, cook massive steaks and start drinking wine. Saturday night is "Blackout Night." and apparently Nifoc and The Bohicans are scheduled for a 2am show on the main porch.
Sunday: TEH DIEING. Try to remember what I said to Femgar and why she is mad at me

. Get back out on the boat for another mong sesh. Return and make my famous Baked Ziti with the gravy from scratch. Probably shoot massive fireworks and rant about "VC"
Monday: Drive home in time to get my dog
Tuesday: Fuck over Yail by not going to his 4th of July party because I am ungrateful and unworthy of his love.
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Throughout his life, from childhood until death, he was beset by severe swings of mood. His depressions frequently encouraged, and were exacerbated by, his various vices. His character mixed a superficial Enlightenment sensibility for reason and taste with a genuine and somewhat Romantic love of the sublime and a propensity for occasionally puerile whimsy.
harry Wrote:
I understand that you, of all people, know this crisis and, in your own way, are working to address it. You, the madras-pantsed julip-sipping Southern cracker and me, the oldman hippie California fruit cake are brothers in the struggle to save our country.
FT Wrote:
LooGAR (the straw that stirs the drink)