The Little Terror is back. Oh, is it just my nostalgia acting up, or do I feel life returning to my veins? Mike Riley is back from two months in Spain and was accompanied with his all-too-viscous wit. After spending several hours at The Palace waiting for me, he called and we decided to meet on the grounds of a neutral principality, The Laundry Bar. It was all downhill from there; Lord how that boy can drink!
I started out noble-minded, sipping only Tangueray tea (I never seem to get a hangover from that). And , I tried to wash his mouth out with soap (opinionated? Save me) at the Laundry Bar, but then he dragged me across the street to Edison Farrow's Buck 15.
I absolutely shudder at what will happen when Jeremy returns from Bogata.
posted by Alexis du Bois @ 6:50 AM
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If you're going to run with those guys, you must stay in shape! I prefer to referee, which has less onerous duties.
Riley can drink like a fish, I can attest to this. With him and Jeremy combined - forget it! Those boys drink by the PITCHER, not by the glass! A few hours with them and you will end up under the table. I guess they have the same cumulative effect as Tequila. Watch out for your liver! :)
J., oh, stop it. They're skinny white boys. (hee, hee) But come to think of it, so are you...
Age and experience, that is what it is all about. (oh, am I giving my strategy away?)
Oh, Mike has his Tinkerbell hat on! This brings tears to the Countess' eyes. And he is a man who can hold his liquor. When Jeremy returns, it will be a party that all other parties will be held up to as an example.
In the meantime, Mrs. Astor, stay in training!
Stay in training? I thought I invented the course!
Pempernel, would you KINDLY stop giving the secrets of OUR generation away. If these kids think they can top us, well, let them try.
Top? Oh, I totally agree! HA HA (I know more dirty wrestling holds than any current Olympic champion).
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