Mary Louise has left my ass again………for Seattle………then her ass goes to Mexico for a girl’s weekend with Baby Fine Hair so I am sitting on the 3rd floor veranda blogging. Hey Mr 3 First Names and Landlord you guys want to get into some trouble between now and next Monday? I am going to be unsupervised till then. So while I have the wash going on trying to get the Hickory Smoke smell out of them from this past weekend I figure I would post the last of the Mexico pictures, well those that we can recall taking sober.
Isla was a blast, the group we went down with was fun and we had great weather. Oh and we got to see the Cuban Band and I am going on record saying that if Mary Louise goes to see them next Sunday I am going to be really jealous.
Oh I am sure that this is approved in the States at a lot of the job sites.
Poor LZ we had her all confused with the nicknames. “So is he Smoothie, Pepe or what?”
One of these days I am going to get a proper invite instead of having to jump over the fence.
That damn Cuban lead singer made the Future Mrs. Gonzales lose her pants. What goes on in Mexico stays in Mexico.
The Mexican Version of “Mustang Sally” isn’t as good as one would think
Lil Man was getting after it!
It is hard being Carbunkle Trumpet you know? Those 25 Cigars aren’t going to smoke themselves.
Momma L was gettin it as the Cheese Grater Guy was making his rounds.
Sunday in Isla is fun!
I hear that they have good Mediterranean Pizza. I wouldn’t know because my piece was on the fucking floor.
Till Next Time Isla! Maybe we can make a quick trip this winter.