Every year the firm puts on it's annual dog and pony show at the GRB Convention Center , ( George R. Brown for the Touristas) .
This is the 40'th annual , which...say it with me...we've done 40 of those bastards.
It is a blessing in untold ways that ol Pol didn't have access to any form of fire arm yesterday because I would have ended up in the pokey. All damn day long people ran amok looking for power point and a place to rehearse . People..this ain't the Old Vic here. You have know about this for 6 to 8 months. You have your speeches ready, your bullit points, your altoids and you laser pointer thingy's.
And still you persist in coming so unglued that forget Gorilla Glue...I'm considering an a welding torch....and no pain supressors.
Jeebus H Roosevelt Tap Dancing Christ .
Did all y'all have a collective blow to the head and forget the date ?
Does this years speech really diviate all that much from the snore fests of previous years ?
The irony is that the ones thatdon'y become the most unhinged are usually the biggest egomaniacs that we can't get to zip it any other time.
" Blah Blah Blah di Blah Blah Blah"
The Hatted ones
The poor co-ordinator has to endure the hatted here and then in Atlanta. Then if she's lucky she can have a nervous breakdown..or a few days off....or both.
Thankfully , I have enough to do to keep busy before vacation on my desk that I can Ignore the hatted ones.
Hang on a second..bliss alert.....wheeeeeeee.
There is before me one of my favorite lunches and it was free...gratis...jack friggan pot.
Out Friggan Standing !
Bow tie pasta and chiggin...real chiggin with artichoke hearts, sun dried maters , spinach and capers. I love capers.
Capers in the Morning
Capers in the Evening
Capers at Suppertime.
HAPPY HAPPY HAPPY HAPPY HAPPY HAPPY HAPPY HAPPY HAPPY HAPPY HAPPY
:) :) :) :) :) :) :) :) :) :)
Bliss a rama....and the really good bread too..... now if I only had a nice dry red wine. Oh well.
Life is good.
Aunty Pol face down in the pasta, heading for a carb coma.