Fat Ollie Weeks wrote:
Yeah just a timing thing, nothing I can do about it. Have fun with your folks though! I'll be out with a bunch of dudes, half of them married.
Some of them can be so competitive with each other, I just hope there are no impromptu push-ups contests in the middle of the bar.
As I predicted, they had to be talked out of a one mile foot-race to the restaurant.
Well, this evening I paid absurd prices for ridiculously small amounts of fancy bourbons, took a tour of a fairly large-scale mead fermentation facility, and met a burlesque performer with a giant button on her head.