10/22/97
I am sick as a dog. I woke up this morning congested as Beltway traffic, then I darted for the Health Center like a turtle on a sunny morning. Now, my body is so packed with drugs that I wouldn't even be able to get through Colombian customs. What I need is to curl up like an upside-down potato bug and slither under my blanket, pretending to be a kitten on the prowl.
The Bar's Tenth anniversary on Friday should prove to be as wild as an African hyena. |
This weekend is going to be as exciting as a shot of Jack Daniels, as much fun as a swingset. The Bar's Tenth anniversary on Friday should prove to be as wild as an African hyena. Mike will be in his cage like a rabid wildcat and Paul will be sipping his girlie drinks like Gilligan on a stranded island with a bunch of naked men. Greg will be double-fisting his alcohol like me on a good day. Pete will be hitting on everything like a stallion in heat. John will be quietly sipping his bourbon and letting the world pass him by, and meanwhile I'll be entertaining some very special guests thinking that I am lucky as Eeyore when his tail is pinned on right. |
On Saturday, Ed and I will be at Busch Gardens getting our non-sexual thrills satisfied and then I will drag out the night to last as long as I can. I hope Sunday never comes.
| Sorry about the excess of similies, metaphors, and analogies, but I had to be somewhat creative. Well, cut me some slack and go drink some JD and think of me...or you can dream about me...or even lust after me...but I guess I'll sttle for a goodnight kiss. SMACK!!!!! | Well, cut me some slack and go drink some JD and think of me |
Ahhh...Ally-Cat
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