It's a dirty job, but someone's gotta do it.
When I arrived yesterday lunch-time, Jay was up a ladder fettling the FoF sign. He was removing the proclamaition "Cornholing Here on Tuesdays!" Apparently the local cops had asked him to take it down because it was causing traffic problems with passing motorists stopping to take pictures of it.
I was extremely disappointed to learn that this reference to matters of the cornhole was somewhat different to my understanding of the term. Apparently it is a game of skill involving bean-bags - what a let-down.
I partook of the draft Budweiser, as they don't offer Guinness. Regardless of slurs about how crap it is deemed to be by you folks from the old country, it still gets you hammered if you drink enough of it - and I don't consider myself to be a beer pooftah, just yet.
Unfortunately, today I am sporting a most unflattering one-sided sunburn, rather like Richard Dryfuss in Close Encounters. This, I blame on 'forgetfulness' in rotating myself in order to get evenly browned (like a chicken in a rotisserie, you understand.)
FoF have Sam Adams in bottles and I'm not sure about the Jingling because I never drink the stuff.
Similarly, I avoid the Dancin' Pig, because I'm not partial to pulled pork - but my friends who are, swear by it.
If you cats need picking-up from the airport, I'm happy to oblige, but I'm not a f**k*ng mystic, so let me know your requirements. Those bearing PG Tips teabags, Migraleve and Sure Roll-On deodorant will be given preferential treatment, as always.
Safe travels Sebringites - see you all soon.
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