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Sunday, September 22, 2013
At some point we left the bar
but no one is sure when.
Bouchercon winds to a close today.
The Albany gendarmes are glad.
The bartenders are too.
*Screaming cat hangover...* Ouch. It even hurts to say it.
My idea of drinking is a beer. Maybe two. But...I've had my share of can't pick up my own two feet to walk properly sort of drunk, but it's been a while. Maybe too long.
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I don't know, I imagine the bartenders' tips got bigger the longer the night went on...
But how much local color can a bartender dispense in one weekend?
Or as a German friend of mine was fond of saying:
schreienden Katze Kater
I pray you didn't feel this way.
*screaming cat hangover
*Screaming cat hangover...* Ouch. It even hurts to say it.
My idea of drinking is a beer. Maybe two. But...I've had my share of can't pick up my own two feet to walk properly sort of drunk, but it's been a while. Maybe too long.
I look like that cat after Thanksgiving dinner.
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