Well, I may be the only one in Helen so far, but that does not mean the party has not commenced. I've been ribald, suggestive, grotesque, and disgusting. And that was just with Mark, the manager.
The Chattahoochee is cold, the Punch is lethal. Where the hell is everybody?
Flight arrives 1:40 p.m. tomorrow. Old meanie bosses wouldn't let me go any sooner....
Posted by: Omnibus Driver at September 29, 2005 8:31 PMYou've got a hotel room, liquor, and you're all alone? Call Alpine Massage and ask for Tiko.
Posted by: Jack Straw at September 29, 2005 9:49 PM.. Jack Straw has a plan.. that's fo sho.....
Posted by: Eric at September 29, 2005 10:37 PMKeep ya shirt on, Mr. Hurry-Pants. We're heading up tomorrow evening, SWMBO and I.
I expect that a few drams of Chatham Artillery Punch will still remain.
Posted by: Elisson at September 29, 2005 10:57 PMI bet you are funk as a druthermucker by now, snoring so as to make the neighbors call the front desk with reports of moose.
Posted by: Bane at September 30, 2005 2:30 AMI still am working on getting the directions. :)
Posted by: Moogie at September 30, 2005 9:30 AMThe durn fool has gone and drank hisself to death.
Posted by: Bane at October 3, 2005 5:45 PM