I rolled into Charlotte around 5 last night. I’m set to roll out in 10-15 minutes. In a few hours I’ll get to see my lady down in Charleston. That bit of good news must be what’s keeping me going this morning because when I awoke around 9 I felt worse than the guy who sand-papered the asshole of an alligator in a phone booth.
Three of us went through over half a handle of Jack (there were 3 full ones in the apartment at the start of the night) before we even went out. Details? Who needs ‘em?!
And since pretty much everyone here is asleep/passed out, I’m putting my muchas gracias here.
Ole!
You are always more than welcome and the Jack WAS much appreciated. Number 10 hit the top shelf.
How’s the pace matching up with that of the last apartment?