Friday, March 25, 2005
Pip Pip, Cheerio, And All That Rot
My mom came with me and we celebrated with lunch and wine afterwards, French of course (sorry Liz, your food sucks and you know it).
Then some vodka tonics, after which it was 3pm and I was buzzed enough to go home and take a nice nap. Damn it's good to be British.
Now excuse me while I figure out which poverty-stricken country I'm going to add to my empire while I drink scotch with my wenches.