THURSDAY!  It's Friday Eve!  But it's also the day after Wednesday which is Hump Day and you know we always celebrate mid-week because....well....because it's mid-week!  Actually we celebrate any day that we can find people to drink with and a bar that'll comp us drinks.  Have you ever heard the saying "perfect storm?"  Well last night was it and the proof is that we didn't roll out of the sofa-sleeper today until well after 4pm! (we had to make it to 5pm Happy Hour otherwise we'd still be laying there eating Cheetos and watching internet porn).

Anyway, last night we figured that since it had been awhile since the "Palm Springs Gang" had a board meeting we should all meet up for a beer or ten and try out some new lies.  Our trailer park manager and his wife (Lowell & Marsha) met us and the future California State Insurance Commissioner (Mike and his wife Tonya) at a bar (which on the advice of counsel will remain un-named due to pending litigation against us) around 7pm.  Around 1am (yes, six hours later) when The Palm Springs Police Department suggested that we leave, and do so by taxi, we followed their advice (a first!).  By every measurement the evening was an overwhelming success, but today....not so much!

Let's check in on everyone and see how their day went today.  Okay, you already know that we floundered flat on our backs (although occasionally in other positions) until around 4pm.  Tonya never made it to work today (her last day at her current job - NOT KIDDING - and missed her own going away party) and Mike, who answered the call to duty and actually made it to work, left for lunch and slept the afternoon away in his car in the parking lot.  Lowell, our trailer park manager, was seen putting aluminum foil up on his mobile home windows (from the inside) sometime mid-afternoon according to the stripper that lives in space 22 (she's usually a pretty reliable source after a few hits of Sterno), and Marsha?  There are reports (although not confirmed) that she was last seen getting into a taxi last night (actually early this morning) at the bar and saying to the driver, "hurry, we don't have much time, let's get a cheap motel room, a bottle of Thunderbird and I swear your life will never be the same."  Folks, it's like we always say - any landing you can walk away from  is a good one...

      
The police refer to this group as "the usual suspects!"                Mike reviews current insurance law, Tonya agrees!

      
Aluminum foil our ass, where's Lowell's other hand!            Marsha shares her taxi fantasy, she wasn't seen again!