Bombs Away

The only thing worth reporting from my weekend is the round of Saki bombs I threw back with a 300lb redneck on Saturday night (at my uncle’s slurring insistence no less, "ahh, ya gotta come on naw, Chris-teena, and have a few more ta help ya sleep …"). And Saki, for the record, is heinous. Imagine steaming rat-laced sewer water and you're almost there. I held myself up well, however, as I’m not one to lose face sitting around a table with drunken southern men. Or any men for that matter.