How i Was Spent My Summer Vacation–Day 1

Day 01

Day 01

My get-away to Camp David (as in Hasselhoff) started off like that first shot of a hard liquor you haven’t tried and are suprised to find it so strong and so damn mild.

i rode business class across the drink ’cause i’m classy that way. Klassy with a capital ‘K’, babes. i could tell because i was the only one Klassy enough to snap cell phone pictures of everything that passed across my extra large fold out tray.

BTW, the quality of the photos is due to the cell phone as much as it is my double vision.

i started off with two glasses of champagne. (Miss D is totally T so i stole her drinks throughout the entire flight.)

Champs

Champs

After that i graduated to a double Glenlivet that was old enough to get me arrested if it were a girl and i enjoyed her as much as i did the drink.

12-year-old Glenlivenit Up

12-year-old Glenlivenit Up

Dinner service came just after and i swigged a white Burgundy with my foie gras (which is French for pâté).

White Burgundy & Liverwurst with an Attitude

White Burgundy & Liverwurst with an Attitude

With the lamb chop main course, i went for 2 glasses of Haut Medoc and fell so hard for it that i’m convinced the name is French for “Help Me Doc”.

Help Me Docs

Help Me Docs

After dinner i couldn’t decide on what to erase my palate with, so i didn’t–decide, that is. i had two digestives: a Cognac (Delamain Pale & Dry XO Grande Champagne–‘pale & dry’ sounds more like a weather report than a drink and i love how the name sends you hugs and kisses, but there you go) and an Armagnac.

Hugs & Kisses Cognac Mixing With Armagnac

Hugs & Kisses Cognac Mingling With Armagnac

i was as smooth and mellow as the booze after that so i weaned myself off the bottle with a white wine that was so dry i needed five glasses to quench my thirst.

White Wine so Dry It Made Me Thirsty

White Wine so Dry It Made Me Thirsty

Two More of the Same

Two More of the Same

The Last One

The Last One

My notes stop after that, but i found this last photo lingering on my phone, so logically there must have been a stowaway.

My Mysterious Stowaway

My Mysterious Stowaway

See my nuts? Honey roasted, ’cause i’m Klassy that way.

Man, i was so high that even after the plane landed i was still flying.

Yep, Klassy with a capital ‘K’, that’s me.

A SmokeCurrently Drinking: Water; at lunch i even left the bottle of table wine untouched. i still don’t feel right about drinking without the amount of opium laced paracetamol i’ve been dropping.

52Hangover Forecast: Mostly sunny. So far so good as far as the drugs are concerned.