Got a call from Mongo a few weeks ago, who was in Cabo for the week for a wedding. Mongo asked me to come down to Cabo to work on a proposal we needed to get done to get some new business. Mongo said he was staying in some ridiculous house in Cabo, with its own pool and a “casita.” A “casita” is a “small house or outer building.” Mongo said I would actually be doing him a favor if I stayed in the casita so he wouldn’t feel like he was wasting money having that little house out there sitting empty. Wanting to help Mongo out, and considering that the stay would be as free as the salad at Olive Garden, I grabbed a flight to Cabo to go work on the proposal.
I may have been roofied in Cabo.
The obvious take away here is that you can’t celebrate too early. You can’t start dancing in the end zone unless you are actually in the end zone. The old guy should know that by now. First day stuff really. Well, whatever, I hope to one day enjoy anything as much as the guy filming enjoyed watching that drunk old couple get down the stairs. Thank you Internets.
Newark airport bar. Who would have thunk it?
Unfortunately I must report that I am getting lit for the third time today. Nothing to be proud of, I know, but worth reporting on a blog such as this one. Three times in one day!! Kinda concerning. Continue reading
I think that most of you know that we here at the Monkey are big fans of Beer. I’m pretty sure that AB/InBev is about to award IJ a lifetime achievement medal to go along with his Hall of Fame induction in 1998 with Mongo about to receive his own HOF induction any day now. Oops, stand by, the ADHD just kicked in and I’m going to go on a little beer tangent before I get back to fooking cucumber beer, so grab a frosty one and buckle up. Continue reading