May 6, 2004
Sugar Town
Tomorrow will be a bonus. I excurse to Savannah for a 10:30 meeting with the Port Authority whelps, then I plan to hook up with my fellow unrepentant reprobate Acidman for a few breezy beers, or perhaps merlots. Hell, we might even go total nut-up and try to find a wine cooler or two, if they still make them.
I also intend to interface with my brothers, Michelle, and Puddyhead. Then back to World Golf Village early Saturday for the Neverending Story called dance competition. They really should just award the trophies based on the pubescent screams of the performer's allies. It would hasten things a bit, and keep the area clear of stray dogs.
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