It's been too Long

Sorry for the delay. I'll catch you up over the next few posts, but here's what we'll need to cover briefly:

1. I'll tell you about the rest of my Ireland trip.
2. I'll tell you that I bought a house!
3. You'll find out that the Backyard Bash was a success.
4. I'll fill you in on my trip to the beach,
5. which includes some trials and tribulations with the Jeep.
6. Finally, I'll let you know just how my time off is going, and how all of the above affects my travel plans

But I'll start by saying this: yesterday was 6-6-06. It was also my buddy Karl's birthday. I'm now going to Hell (it's okay, I own property there, and the bus company). Now, ordinarily everyone tries to get their friends DRUNK enough to PUKE on their birthday. Well, that gets old. So I decided to try and get Karl SOBER enough to DRIVE on his birthday.

So, after some vodka and sprites at the house, and some beers at the hash, we found ourselves at a bar in Tyson's. It was here that my plan was to spring into action, and it required all my friends to pull it off. Well, at least they had to be in on it to pull it off. I started with a Shirley Temple for Karl, and had a female friend ask for a taste. She exclaimed, "Damn, that's strong! Can't you taste all the Vodka?" Karl replied that he couldn't. I hope not. We followed that up with many, many, many "shooters," all the while asking him for his secret to holding his liquor. "Plenty of water," he said. Right, buddy. Try "plenty of girly drinks."

I finally broke down and told him after we got home last night. He loved it. Next time, though, I'm going to by myself NA drinks and shooters, too. That way I don't have a hangover for him to make fun of. Happy Birthday, Karl.