So, Rowdy came to Washington state.
It was a dark and stormy night.
Ah fuck, wrong story.
OK, it was a balmy and sunny early evening with little humidity and nice climate bouncing around 76 degrees....... daphne drove her box-of-death Tracker to the Shell station with kids in tow waiting to be carted home to said horrible gaited community. In the twinkly sunlight, he sat. A man. A myth. A drunkard. A guy in a crazay new car with a cool khaki shirt. Rowdy drunk.
She pulled in and walked up to the driver's side of his new carriage. "Yes mom. Keep the catalog." He glanced sideways, the legend. Had to hang up the phone...... and it went from there....
Rowdy came home with us and we had a wonderful evening! He brought the Bar, and we sampled wonderful things. I made tons of pizza. I got hammered. We watched Cartoon Network and I made sure he had fresh sheets on the office bed. Shot after shot left me feeling like I was on top of the world. I'm tuned, Rowdy's in my living room being accosted by my dogs, and all is good. I do not remember falling asleep except for the fact that I ended up spooning with Gator and realizing he needed a bath.
We woke around 11:30. After making breakfast burritos and fried taters with no trouble, I found myself with a horrible hangover in the middle of Tacoma. There Rowdy was, talking to the Midas guy about rotating his tires and doing an oil change, and there I was in the adjoining bathroom, puking. God, what a lightweight I've become. Had it ended there, it might have been OK. But, we got lost on the way to American Lake and the VA hospital. When we found it, I found THAT bathroom and horked again. Poor Rowdy drunk. Having to deal with a hungover chauffeur.
Now, as it sits, I have the Bar here while he visits Canada with family. I'm tempted to make alcohol cozies for the bottles, complete with half Barbie heads. What conversation pieces they would be. Rowdy, wonderful visit. Please come back Tuesday so we can feed you barbecue!
Pics to follow when I load them. Our Boston Terrier fell in love with Rowdy.
You deserve all the puffery you can get
daph and grip say "bourbony goodness!"