She says she can dress me up and take me out.
A night on the town for MBS and I, at her suggestion, a date night that we take some R&R; going to see celtic guitarist Jerry Barlow perform, have a little dinner, and a nightcap.
Stuck here at the agency. A group earlier and now just doing the drug-testing thing. Ugh.
I should be using this downtime to crank out some quick articles for my newspaper (my editor wants them in first thing Monday for a supplement which is, in his words, "a big money-maker for the paper"). Maybe ol' Lefty has the answer to how I'll get it done:
HT to skippy
Throw in a few fingers of Cutty Sark and it's a done deal.