No, I did not make it to the 7:00 Mass on New Year’s Day because I didn’t wake up until 9:00. I wondered around Tom’s house in a haze, stepping over sleeping bodies that were scattered everywhere. I’m just glad I didn’t wake up to find Crowe Dog spooning me.
For some reason, a few of us thought it would be a good idea to keep the party rolling, so off to Fast Eddie’s we went. We finished the day at Hooters which is always a good move. Saying you go to Hooters for their wings is like saying you read Playboy for the articles.
Once again, our Hooters waitress asked for my ID. I said, “I look as much like a 21-year old as I do a body-builder.”
She called the manager over, and he gave me a pass to order beer. I should just start carrying an x-ray of my liver.
Dani-girl uploaded a couple of new photo albums:
I’m still making changes to the site, and am hoping to get everything completed sometime this weekend.
Promise me, son, not to do the things I’ve done. Walk away from trouble if you can.
Benny