I came out of the gates heavy – house vodka martinis at a local italian joint followed by whatever else is in mom’s fridge (here for the weekend).

Don’t say I’m not doing my part.

And also, let me reiterate from the previous comment, you can go straight to hell, Hollis. You and your craft beer, your pino and fancy tailored suits.  I hate you for being beautiful.

Seriously Hollis, go f yourself.  You and your gorgeous beard.

Let’s not forget, one of the prerequisites of this site is checking your class at the door.

Party on.

Check’s in the mail.

Well done sir. For those keeping score at home, I’ve downed a couple HOHW Watermelon’s and have moved on to a full bodied Oregon Pinot Noir (the wife, sue me.) Fear not: I’m pressing my suit and there’s Old Fashioned goodness in my future. 

You and me sir…we got this.

*posted on the road with one hand and a beer in the other*