Once it hits your lips, it’s so good!
I don’t even know where to begin to describe the Kickin @ King’s weekend.
I could start with the cute blonde I now have a crush on…or the nice girl I kept calling a hooker…or the hooker I kept calling a nice girl.
This is hard.
That’s what she said.
Tom gave me a handful of Southwest drink coupons on the way to the airport. The flight left at 6:30 AM, and I ordered my first cocktail about a half hour later.
Believe me – the look you get from a flight attendant when you order a Jack and Coke at 7 o’clock in the morning is pretty classic.
“Don’t judge,” I told her.
Later on I messed up my cell phone while trying to remove an app at 39,000 feet. Apparently you need internet access to do that. Stupid Xanax.
I spent the entire three hour layover in Vegas trying to fix it. In hindsight, that was probably the best thing that could have happened.
I ran into the rest of the St. Louis crew at the baggage claim in Sacramento. It wasn’t even noon, but we kept the party rolling at King’s house through the evening.
At some point we went to a bar.
All I remember is someone telling me to eat a hamburger – and then sitting in the back seat of a cab while King handed him a piece of paper with his address on it – along with $80.
King mentioned something the next day about me offering to split the fare with the driver if he took me to the track. I don’t remember that so it doesn’t count.
The same cab driver drove some of the others home later. He told some elaborate tale of how I couldn’t open the unlocked front door. But I think he was under the influence.
More of the weekend to follow…I need to make a beer run.
We had a Keg in the closet
Pizza on the floor
Left over from the night before
Where we were going we didn’t really care
We had all we ever wanted
In that keg in the closet