I’m heading to Clearwater through Monday. Not to work, but to get drunk and darken my pasty blogger skin.
You’ll be in good hands. Drew and old faithful, Ryan Gillon, will be here to comfort you in my absence, which I’m sure will be very traumatic for you. And by traumatic, I mean you’re sanity will be restored with four days sans dick jokes.
I’ll see you at the Tiki Bar.