Valentine’s Day

Barbara said I was getting hit on, but I didn’t happen to notice so I think she was bullshittin’. After we left I still thought salmon, mocha and champagne were foods and not colors. So my heterosexuality was intact. And let me tell you about the strength of those Martini’s. I could only speak like Barry White for two days and my normal tone was like Peter Brady and his puberty squeak. we took off for home with what would ultimately be a mind numbing hangover.