IT'S NOT OUR FAULT THAT WE NEVER LEARNED TO ACCEPT RESPONSIBILITY!
SUNDAY! The seventh day, the day of the Lourd (we know, we know - spelling!), the day Buddha and Mohammad and Elvis and....OKAY! Look, Sunday is the day after Saturday night and it's no wonder religion plays a big part in that timing. After what most people do on Saturday night its a wonder there's only one day set aside to repent! In our case it's gone waaaaay beyond just saying a few Hail Mary's and crossing ourselves. We'd need an entire church or synagogue or temple, or mosque to just cover the first few hours of our Saturday night.
It all started out innocently enough - we figured we stop at one of our favorite local pubs here in the French Quarter, (YEAH BABY! THE FRENCH QUARTER IN NEW ORLEANS, LOUISIANA!) have a few Budweisers and then wander off to dinner. The key part of that plan being successful was in just having a "few" beers. Okay, we're old enough to know what we do well and following plans isn't one of them. We started losing control of the evening when some guy wearing Elton John sunglasses slipped Stacy his Econlodge room key and asked if she ever played "dress-up." She does, but it's usually Kevin that wears the fishnets and garters so he wasn't interested. DAMN!
With the Riding4Beer Word Tour (beginning June 10 ) coming up, local friends just kept stopping by and we just kept charging beers to their tabs. Bob & Lee even made an appearance (he was finally released on his own recognizance pending trial) and the evening turned into nigh and then into late night. Bob owns a greyhound race track but somehow was involved in that whole Michael Vick dog fighting thing (he supplied the portable kennels from a brothel his sister operates in Mississippi). Anyway, by the time the sun was rising (bars in the French Quarter NEVER close) we had the bartender call directory assistance to get the number for 911 and the rest is history. The good news is that we don't need to be on Weight Watchers or Jenny Craig (Jenny's cuisine is additional!) since we never ate dinner last night and breakfast this morning - well that would have required us to be conscious right?...
Size matters! Look! - it's Viagra bread! He slipped her his Econolodge key and wanted to play dress-up!
We had a few beers - on other people's tabs of course! Bob's track is back open now that he's out on bail!
It all started out innocently enough - we figured we stop at one of our favorite local pubs here in the French Quarter, (YEAH BABY! THE FRENCH QUARTER IN NEW ORLEANS, LOUISIANA!) have a few Budweisers and then wander off to dinner. The key part of that plan being successful was in just having a "few" beers. Okay, we're old enough to know what we do well and following plans isn't one of them. We started losing control of the evening when some guy wearing Elton John sunglasses slipped Stacy his Econlodge room key and asked if she ever played "dress-up." She does, but it's usually Kevin that wears the fishnets and garters so he wasn't interested. DAMN!
With the Riding4Beer Word Tour (beginning June 10 ) coming up, local friends just kept stopping by and we just kept charging beers to their tabs. Bob & Lee even made an appearance (he was finally released on his own recognizance pending trial) and the evening turned into nigh and then into late night. Bob owns a greyhound race track but somehow was involved in that whole Michael Vick dog fighting thing (he supplied the portable kennels from a brothel his sister operates in Mississippi). Anyway, by the time the sun was rising (bars in the French Quarter NEVER close) we had the bartender call directory assistance to get the number for 911 and the rest is history. The good news is that we don't need to be on Weight Watchers or Jenny Craig (Jenny's cuisine is additional!) since we never ate dinner last night and breakfast this morning - well that would have required us to be conscious right?...
Size matters! Look! - it's Viagra bread! He slipped her his Econolodge key and wanted to play dress-up!
We had a few beers - on other people's tabs of course! Bob's track is back open now that he's out on bail!
You guys are the most decadent (and loved by the police) couple we have ever known and we are envious that we aren't there with you to enjoy all the cheap thrills. M wants the recipe for the Viagra bread!
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HAHA you will never out drink a Marine!!! A 24 pack of Budlight thats just pre-game before the party starts!
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