Hello ladies and gentlemen! Thank you all for the kind words. Mr. Monkey, I guess my accent comes and goes at times. I was listening to country and being around the old stomping ground it was a little thicker than normal. There is some merit to the old saying that you can take a boy out of the country but you can't take the country out of the boy.
Sunday was an all out drunk fest that took until yesterday to fully recover from. We started drinking beer at 1:00 on Sunday and finished with a few shots of Jager Bombs and Crown Royal around 1:00 on Monday morning. I finished on the bubble in the poker tourney, but did ok playing cash games. Was so close to hitting the halftime score but didn't materialize. I also lost all of my bets on the Super Bowl.
We got to bed around 2:00 am on Monday morning and woke up at 5:30 to catch our 7:00 flight. I got sick in Dayton, on the plane to Atlanta, in Atlanta, and on the plane to Ft. Lauderdale. I have never been so hungover in my life and questioned why I would put myself through the misery. Our whole group of friends were in the dog house with our wives this week. Thank goodness it only happens once a year, because there is no way I could handle it any more than that.
