I have returned to New York after a brief, but excellent trip to the Gulf Coast of Northern Florida. Ah yes, the panhandle of Florida...a place for people to become worse human beings. Lovely beaches though.
I was attending my best friends wedding where I was the best man. I did a superb job and gave a rousing performance during the rehearsal dinner. The part of the trip where I left my mark though was two nights before the wedding when we did a pseudo bachelor party. I was in charge of the meat. This was not a gay wedding so that doesn't mean what you think it means sicky. I cooked the steak that night. A beef tenderloin that was outstanding, if I do say so myself.
You see, I am a master griller. Maybe one of the best. I don't know for sure, but probably. I have to assume so because I am so damn good at it. Just ask anyone there. Sure the were boozed up pretty good by the time they ate and sure they aren't the smartest group of guys in the world and can be bought off easily, but they are truth tellers I tell you. Go ahead...ask 'em.
Anywho, I just thought the world should know about how great I am. I just had my first coke of the day and I am working late alone in my office, so my mind is going astray. Might be the reason for this post. Hmm?
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