E and T-dogs

Blur, reunited

  E-dog was in town for the weekend, taking a break from his diplomatic duties.  He looked more like a European surfer lost in Thailand than a diplomat, but hell, it's the weekend.  Last night we were all fired up and shouting slogans like "Let's get all fucked up then hit the bars and go crazy!", as the throbbing guitar intro to 'The Boys are Back in Town' squealed in our heads.  Fuck yeah!!  Sadly, reality was 500% tamer.  We had a big meal, then settled down on Dance's back porch and timidly sipped at beer so slowly that we were never actually legally impaired.  We of course then passed out one by one, like quiet little kittens.  Extreeeme!
  Also, I saw T-dog today.  E-dog, T-dog and I tore up Northern Europe on our infamous 'Hobo Tour 2001', which saw us drinking gin on windy ship decks/breakdancing in the Bothnian Gulf, and grievously abusing the honor system of the old Eurail pass.  Extreeeeme!