Tonight, once again, I am with my Toastmasters friends, only this time it’s at the downtown bar Durty Nelly’s. I keep wondering why it’s not called Gnarly Nelly’s. I mean no disrespect to the proprietors. I am genuinely curious why they didn’t opt for an alliterative name, to make it easier to remember the place.
At any rate, after our meeting tonight, we retired to this fine establishment, there to enjoy convivial relations with one another, to drink a bit, and consume victuals. It was a most engaging evening.
Of course, the highlight was to pose with these lovely young ladies. If I were just a bit younger, ladies and gentlemen, and single, and these women dated outside their species, I think I might have a chance with them.
Looking at these pictures makes me realize how unconscionably fat I’ve become this year. Frig, I look like Herman Munster in that last picture. I have to go hit the gym again, folks. There’s no kidding around here. It’s getting to the point where, when I get up in the morning, my belly hits the floor before my feet do. It is not a nice feeling, and it’s not a nice sound, either. If you don’t like the mental image, just imagine how I have to tolerate the actual one.
Make it so.
I am not back to work this week. Taking a couple of days off. No more Christmas tie pics until Monday. It’s not too late for you to make your suggestions for tie milieus either. Send them my way, ASAP.