…. good morning, rubberneckers….. I hope that this fine morning finds you all well and quivering in anticipation of another beautiful day….

…. the Sun is peeking across Starr’s Mountain here and the coffee is hot and strong…. soon the temperature will rise to convertible-range, and my small party of adventurers and I will drop the top and head eastwards into the mountains…. Destination: Santeetlah, North Carolina, and an exquisite lodge tucked away in the Appalachians about 50 miles directly towards this morning's rising Sun….

… what were the words that famous fellow once used?.... “go East, young man…. go East?… “… something along those lines, I believe… my memories of those childhood history classes fail me at times…..

… and I know that you gentle souls will find it hard to fathom, but the next two days promise to be filled with a form of luxury that is seldom enjoyed even around my lair…. Sure, sure, I do alright…. and my home is as comfortable as can be allowed without breaking the state’s various narcotics laws, but where I am headed this afternoon takes countrified-poshness to a whole new level….

… I’m torn though as to what my wardrobe should entail…. On the one hand, I am leaning towards my moleskin trousers and a nice, crisply starched button-down shirt…. And on the other, perhaps I should go all Rajah on the Carolinians and bedeck myself in the easy folds of my white silk Punjabi…. mercy, folks… decisions, decisions…. being a Libra does truly suck sometimes…..

.. one thing, though, is a certainty…. I shall spirit away a fine bottle of cask strength, 16-year old Bowmore into my cherry-paneled apartment, and sip upon it once my bar tab grows to frightening proportions……after all, my Scotch collection rivals even that of the lodge where we’ll be staying…..

…. and don’t you guys & gals worry… my promise of photographs still holds….. Tuesday evening, friends… I’ll post photos Tuesday evening…. you have my word…. always remember that no matter what, y’all can trust Uncle Eric….. it’s what I’m here for…..

by Eric on February 26, 2007 | Bullshit (10) | TrackBack (0) | Drinking
Bullshit So Far

Gee, sucks to be you, don't it? Harh.

Bullshitted by Elisson on February 26, 2007 09:35 AM

This place sounds kinda interesting but if I ain't welcome in my Wranglers or overalls I don't think I would like it too much

Bullshitted by GUYK on February 26, 2007 09:52 AM

That's what I'm saying.....

He ventures a hundred yards off the property in any direction in white silk and my chips are on the hillbillies whipping his ass. Bet the resort has concertina strung and a moat dug to keep the locals out of the dumpsters.

Bullshitted by bitterman on February 26, 2007 11:12 AM

Can't wait for the pictures!

Bullshitted by Lemon Stand on February 26, 2007 02:27 PM

Gosh, sitting here in my office, watching it snow AGAIN, and anticipating the very roads I need to take home are all closing, all I can say is...
Eric, you so suck!

Bullshitted by Raging Mom on February 26, 2007 03:38 PM

Budroe... I'd sport the coon skinned cap for starters... It won't scare the locals too bad. Let's 'em know you ain't no citislicker, and that ain't your first mountain.

If the liquor you offer them ain't clear... expect a look of confusion, or... distrust. What they make doesn't come in colors.

One more thing... don't forget your umbrella. I'd hate for your fair skin to get a sunwhippin' whilst the top is down. Have fun bro'. ;)

Bullshitted by RedNeck on February 26, 2007 05:27 PM

Heh. You do make "living well" an art. :-) I hope you all have a wonderful time!

Bullshitted by Richmond on February 26, 2007 07:23 PM

I want YOUR life!

Bullshitted by Jean on February 26, 2007 08:52 PM

Actually it was "Go west young man...and weturn to my woom water.

Bullshitted by Rey B on February 27, 2007 08:45 AM

Just a quick note to let you know that Battle of the Blogs has started. Round One will last until Sunday evening.

Leesa (http://dsmoya31410.blogspot.com)

Bullshitted by Leesa on February 27, 2007 08:56 AM