The Irish in me says Shure, shure tell the story how you like.
Except I don’t feel like spinning the blarney today. Were a day or three that the blarney would fall off me tongue like dew from the leaves in morning.
The last two nights I’ve been teaching and that has been fun, still not sure what to expect from this group of students.
Then the day before that was on the phone for a bit which … I really don’t want to talk about.
Then the day before that I slept a lot … well more to the point I recovered some from trying to find the bottom of a bourbon bottle the hard way.
The day before that I was trying to find the bottom of a bourbon bottle, I used some bourbon and some tequila and some beer and some more bourbon and some more tequila and more bourbon and more tequila
So in the middle of me trying to find the bottom of a bourbon bottle was happy hour… was a lot of fun to see good friends. New people were brought into the group and as always we drag out all our worst stories … well nearly our worst stories… the cake batter one wasn’t brought up… but NYC TG and another bad behavior story were exchanged.
I’m still not entirely sure that I didn’t miss a field trip to the waffle house and there weren’t any pancakes. I still need to find some spurs.
I hope we do happy hour again soon. Not this Friday but maybe the next.
In other news…
May the Saints have mercy on your soul, ’cause you know you’re a dirty, lyin’, thieving, no good, rotten … oh I’m sorry thought you were some one else sorry ma’am
That’s all for now other stuff tomorrow, have a great day and play nice in the neighborhood.
Ciao,
PS - sometimes I don't make a bit of sense
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