Amy & I met up with official VM pal Elayne & her (feverish and delirious) beau at Chow Bar in NYC last night. I had a fantastic meal, with the summer(time) rolls and the szechwan angus steak, with matchstick french fries. I also drank a pair of Typhoons, so I’ve now had two hangovers-without-getting-drunk in a week. That’s no fun.
We got home around 9:30 and found the following in the driveway:
I’ll probably pick up an electric chainsaw tonight at the Home Despot. If I don’t post for a while after this weekend, it’ll be because they haven’t reattached my fingers.
You drink Typhoons, then they come to your house. Stay away from those NoLa Hurricanes and the God forsaken Harvey Wallbangers if you want your house to stay standing….