...and then there was MONDAY!  That's right, it's Monday and along with it comes all that beginning of the week stuff.  You know what we're talking about.  Getting up to an alarm clock, fighting traffic to your crummy job, being pissed off because the receptionist wore pants again instead of a short skirt - and doing all of this with a splitting hangover from all the beer you drank at your kid's soccer team barbecue yesterday.  Okay, that's your life - in our life we just skip straight to the hangover and get it over with - but do give us a call if the receptionist shows up dressed like a whore on tequila (we've got a "thing" for office workers that live double lives!).

Anyway, we're still here in the French Quarter (NEW ORLEANS, BABY!) cooling our heals waiting for the Russian Embassy in San Francisco to issue our Siberian transit VISAs.   The clock is ticking down and with only 21 days until the Riding4Beer World Tour (beginning June 10) starts, we're getting anxious.  Traveling all the way around the f'ing world in 80 days is the plan, but since we don't have any credit cards (in the names that match our passports) we can't make any reservations in advance.  It's a good thing we have prescriptions for Prozac and we like to drink because the stress is REALLY starting to get to us.  Last night for example, we ran out of Budweiser and Kevin started drinking Liquid Plumber Foaming Pipe Snake just for the buzz!  Let's just say that about an hour later it was like a mudslide in the Southern California foothills after a wildfire.

Yesterday was Sunday and traditionally we go out for dinner and a few drinks to close up the weekend, but we just skipped dinner and went straight for the Budweisers.  Look, we don't have to get up and go to work like you since we haven't been gainfully employed since 1993.  That's when the bastards fired us on a trumped up morality thing (it had something to do with the receptionist, the bathroom out by the shop and three rolls of duct tape) and our bogus union rep wouldn't even appeal our discharge (apparently the receptionist was his daughter - but she was 18, WE CHECKED!).  Folks, the best cure for a hangover is lots of sleep (cell regeneration), lots of water (hydrate!), lots of Ibuprofen (drugs) and more beer.  Well, we've done the first three things on that list and now it's time to start on the fourth...

      
This is great dinner combination - TRY IT!                        Stacy did and what she remembers was pretty darn good!

                                                   
When not drinking beer, Kevin prefers imports!             Damn policies, and the receptionist said she enjoyed it too!