Silk polka-dotted robe, fedora, Scotch. Because sobriety sucks.

Vacation

  • Waitress: Would you like an appetizer?
  • Me: Yes. I'd like a Manhattan.

I defy you to play this and not think of Chevy Chase.  Try it.  It’s physiologically impossible.

Done and done. Just booked the tickets for my girl and I for New Orleans the day after Christmas. Yep, headed down to the Emerald City for Mint Juleps, voodoo, shrimp po’ boys, and jazz. Oh yes, this is going to happen. 

With any luck, we’ll make out on this balcony here. 

Le Méridien Bora Bora, French Polynesia

Overhead of beach at Anse Major, north Mahe.
Image by Karl Blackwell

Overhead of beach at Anse Major, north Mahe.

Image by Karl Blackwell

My dad and I goofing on while on vacation. Clearly we’re driving the lunar landing module while wasted.

Bon Voyage

All packed. Let’s go.

All packed. Let’s go.

Just slightly more than 30 hours until vacation begins. Then, hello Portland.

At Epcot Center on Saturday.

Cave in.

Cave in.

In 36 hours I travel to Boston. Between now and then? Who knows, but I know pants will not be involved.