Managed to get over my disappointment that Rick didn't come to my room and rock my world in time to get ready for my high school reunion. Donned my hot and sexy overalls and tee, fluffed my Betty White do and went on down to the Rathskeller in Lansing.
Only a few people showed up, Tiny Joe, Stinky, Weasel, Eyeball and Ice Pick. There were also some of those stupid uppity skeleton whores too, one or two but they disappeared very quickly as the liquor flowed. I lost count of how many Ghetto Blasters I drank. I was the belle of teh ball, dancing with all my old pals to songs from the 70s. It was great to see everyone but Tiny Joe. Tiny Joe started trying to crowd dive and slam dance. He ain't got but one tooth and a patchy looking mohawk. Weasal told me later than Tiny Joe is a leading meth cooker in Lansing. I'd believe it, he's crazy enough and looks like hell.
Somehow I got back to my hotel room in one piece without a DUI and I decided to go for a swim then get into the hot tub. The hot tub was filled with hunky young guys, they told me they was from some university in Canuckistan coming down to play championship baseball at the university here. I started flirting with some of them and one thing lead to another.
This morning I awoke to find my hotel room trashed with the words 'Sooooey!' and 'Two Ton Tessy' written on the walls of my room. My holes are sore and idt looks like a parade of farm animals rampaged through here. But I'm skinnier again. Better skedaddle before I get charged with the damage. Next stop, Detroit and then home again.
Detroit better be filled with hot guys!
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