...but what he doesn't realize is in my neck of the woods, that is known as the "kiss of death." It usually means you should expect a knock on your door at 3AM from a man in a tailored suit who smells a bit like garlic.

Thanks a heck of a lot for posting though...when I finally have the energy to pull the shots off my camera, I'll be posting a few pics. Here's a sample...a very RARE shot. What were you drinking there? A Coca-Corona???? That's a first!

(also coming soon to a chipboard near you: the photo of you drinking the Bud you stole from me at the Splashbar)

Troublemaker!

MP