Hopstretch

Happy Birthday Jeff!

That bit is well backwards! Great to meet you and Tom and Kerry and special thanks for the cognac.

Still kind of in love with the bartendress and choosing to believe the altercation was just a mutual misunderstanding. Do hope you won't listen to any of the shitty life advice the third-oldest, second-drunkest* fart was so freely dispensing, though! (* Estimated.)

Or a Cursed Earth warlord.

Liked the Sonys too. And the Prismsound Callia DAC/amp/pre. Relieved to find the Utopias do not fit me well at all. Stupidest new names award to Audio Pravda and Atomic Floyd.

"OK Stretch, here's the plan. You tackle that douche and then I'm going to stab him right through the fucking eyeball." "Not sure that's a great idea Al." "Who's the lawyer here, me or you?"

Assorted meats.

There's someone crying in the mens' bathroom stalls on the meet level at the Marriott. I hope that's not one of ours?

Ish.

Wonder if Al and Nums have any beer left? Someone go kick on their door.

The fuck you mean I can't get a Bloody Mary before 10:00? I thought this was America! PS: BarBacon only opens at 11:00.

I'd like it minuted that Chelsea won 3-1, hence the high spirits.

Successfully executed beer douche raid. JP gives thanks to the man upstairs.

Pretty fresh out! I'm going to catch the Chelsea/Arsenal game at Legends with the NYC Blues supporters club. Should be lively. Let me know where the brunch activity is later and I'll track back to catch up there. [emoji898]

All right! 3:30 am! Who wants breakfast?

BA 113 will be pushing back at Heathrow shortly and I am pleased to report that the champagne service has commenced at the nose end. ?

But what do you have to live for? [emoji6]

You are the world's least likely veggie, Reks. I really hope it doesn't stick.

Searzall?

It's a pretty good film. The private equity wankstain (doing the shtick about champagne in the limo -- "'86 is the vintage to buy. If you can't afford '86 then buy '02. If you can't afford '02 then drink fuckin' beer") is so spot on that you couldn't honestly design a better caricature.

Seems appropriate to the times ...

Dinny doesn't leave the Hamptons anymore. He's worried the plebs will torch his limo.

Blatant Muslim bassist. Horse cocks! Sad!