Talkin' Shit About A Pretty Sunset

On Wednesday I depart for my annual five day drinking---I mean---sailing trip.

These trips always include swashbuckling hijinks like meatball surgery and stepping on stingrays at night, so right now I'm too excited to concentrate.

Needless to say, this trip will not include females. Every once in a while, it's important for men to partake in outdoor adventures, sans women. If you're male, you should agree with me.

Something about overexposure to women changes men. I often realize that fact when I've spent more than 24 hours with only women. After a while, I catch myself making comments about the way someone's clothes look. Yikes! Don't get me wrong, I love me some ladies, but every once in a while a man needs to get the fluff out of his system. And what better way to do it than to confine himself to a wind-powered floating bar with liked-minded dudes, with only rum and buggery -- ;-) -- as solace to a complicated world?

I'll be back next Tuesday, but until then, I'll be here:



Later, office drones.