Hey readers. This is an entry geared towards my pals that are busy traveling in Ol' Europe. But, feel free to partake. Also, check out Genghis-Jon's Punk Ass Interview of yours truly. More pics. We love pics. Cheers... Leroy.
Hey. Hey you guys. Yeah, you. The ones that went and left your closest pals behind in Austin while you went a frollicking in Europe.
I hope you're having a damn fine time.
I also hope that you know that we don't miss you. At all. We're perfectly fine being here by ourselves, in Texas, where we always are.
Yeah. We don't even remember your names anymore. Prince-a-what? Muffin who? Cross huh? Higgin how?
The only thing that we do have to remind us that you, at one time, did truly exist, is the house that you left behind in Ranger's and Newmany's responsible hands.
Responsible. Hands. That are capable of holding beers.
Since we, those left behind, are not ones to sit and wallow in sadness and wish for the days of past, we decided to make the most of your empty house while you are gone.
And since we know that you're probably hanging out in windmills, picking tulips, ordering hash from legalized hash bars, and dancing on the tops of bars in Bier Hallens, we decided to do things that we knew you couldn't do while you're in Germany, Italy, France, etc.
We're having some adventure of our own. Adventures that you can't have because you're not here.
What? Petty? Nah. Just extremely jealous and mournful for your absence.
Friday was declared Irish Cinco De Mayo Nite.
Yep. Ireland. And Mexico. Countries that you're not going to. Ha!
In celebration of Irish Cinco De Mayo Nite, special arrangements were made. Green was worn. Tecate was ordered. Whiskey was (as always) consumed. Moustaches were donned by all.
But you missed so much more. You missed the experience of Irish Cinco De Mayo Nite.