SWMBO's birthday bash

Actually, it was just a REAL GOOD meal at a place called Boston Blackie's. I had ribs. And they were to die for. And a side of home style fries - which are a cross between potato chips and cottage fries. Dipped in ranch dressing, they are almost crisp and really delicious. And their cole slaw is amazing. How many places can you go where you can say that the cole slaw is amazing?
SWMBO had a filet mignon, butterflied and served medium. And a Bahama Mama. And several Buttered Nipples. I love the name of that drink. It is so evocative of things ... evocative. Erotic. There is a slightly erotic component to the name of that drink. It's vaguely reminiscent of alternative uses for whipped cream, if you know what I mean. Ahem. Cough.

Anyway, we had a little party, which had to remain 'little' because we all have jobs to do today and who wants to go to work hungover. Meh. Not me. Besides, there's too much fun to be had with a clear head that you might not remember properly if you have too much to drink. And I had to drive. Mandatory clear head.

But in the end we all had fun, especially the focus of our gathering, the now 49 year old SWMBO. And yes, there actually IS 14 years between us. So, when I was 21 she was 7. I know - that even shakes ME up. I try not to dwell on it. I just try to focus on 17 and upwards. Ahem. Cough.

Anyway, every one is safely home and abed. But me. I'm sitting here with my laptop getting my post done for tomorrow (today) so that I, too, can go to bed.

Actually, that was last night, given that I'm now writing in future tense, pretending that now is tomorrow morning.

Good, now your just as confused as I am.

Peace.