Good Morning Splashers!
Reporting live and nearly awake, dateline Key West, Florida.
Well, it looks like The Boys have had another successful visit to Key West, (If you mark "success" by avoiding being arrested.) and are nearly ready to make their way back to the freeeeeeeezing north.
Let's ask them how the week went, shall we?
SUNDAY BRUNCH NEWS TEAM: So, Billy, how do you like our new airport terminal, and especially the new bar, The Conch Flyer?
BiPM: I think moving the bar onto the runway was a stroke of genius. You should have done it years ago. I didn't notice the new terminal. Maybe I'll see it when I go back tomorrow.
SBNT: How has the quality of the strippers held up over the years?
BiPM: Poorly. But I'm hopeful that Obama's stimulus package will provide the funds needed to revitalize the stripper segment of the market. Specifically, more cuties, fewer gorillas.
SBNT: Have you had enough rum? I recall that already on Tuesday night you were feeling a little, um, rough.
BiPM: I caught the flu on your glorious Republic of Conch, thus disproving the theory that rum is the best preventive medicine. Needless to say, I am very upset. I'm switching to vermouth.
SBNT: Michael, we are glad to note that you have availed yourselves of the wide variety of cultural events offered here in Key West. (Hell, you even went to church! (Hi, Rev. Joe!)) What was your favorite bit of culture, and be careful here, this is a test.
Common Sense Mainer: Oh, I could spill a lot of cultural beans here. But I have to say it was a real thrill to see Kossack RevJoe installed as the new pastor of the MCC church here in Key West. It was great meeting him ad his partner Eric for the first time. They're real sweeties.
But nothing---I mean nothing---could compare with hearing the author of this diary, Miss Vicki, singing her heart out at the Wine Galley lounge. I would love to print out the lyrics she sang, but this is a family blog and it might cause some readers' delicate sensibilities to go "sploink!" Let's just say she's a passionate crooner on the topic of making babies.
WAITER: Would you like a Mimosa?
One Word Answer Man: HellYeahPlease!
Glug, glug, glug.......
Brunch is served.