TGIF!
Thank God its Friday....never thought i'd be so happy to see the weekend arrive. After a week of ups and downs, I find myself reaching the end of the week reasonably unscathed. Hats off to my co-manager "His Boy Elroy" (not his real name, of course) for allowing me to leave early for some much needed "ZZZZZZZ"'s. I feel rejuvenated today and in a rather pleasant mood, despite the current rash of snafus.
On another note: I received a postcard today from the Rockstar Porter. Apparently he's found himself in Vally Forge, PA, home of the headquarters of George Washington during the American Revolution. It seems that during one of the reenactments of a war battle, fake gunshots were fired and the Rockstar Porter mistook that as shots fired by I.N.S.-he took off like a bat out of hell and was eventually caught speeding near the Delaware Water Gap. He says that he's fine, although he had to sell off more chickens to pay off the speeding tickets. He sends his best. (see postcard above- thanks to Mr. Tanqueray the Mailman for dropping it off)
It's the weekend and the weekend begins with Happy Hour. $3 Domestic Drafts/$5 Cosmos, Appletinis & Margaritas until 9pm and a live DJ tonite! I'll post more later-duty calls!
NUFF SAID
1 comment:
i'm glad you're feeling better.
i have a confession to make...i gave the rockstar porter his escape chickens.
yes, i am ashamed to say i aided and abetted in the whole sordid affair. i didn't realize at all until you put up the postcard and i saw my beloved...i thought he was a tax attorney, i had no idea he was a rock star!
please forgive my grievous error in judgement - i've sworn off rockstar porters masquerading as tax attorneys, i promise.
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