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Beer lamp at The J. Clyde, March 22, 2008

(top) The Lady Chablis, true fierceness (middle) I hate having to explain why I had this bucket out last week by the couch. Maddy Lou checked it out before I used it so please no calls to the ASPCA. (bottom) With all this bathroom politeness, I was never able to provide the requested sample which speaks to the extremity of my dehydration. I am still hearting Gatorade and my sister for bringing me two huge bottles of it. I've been lazy in that spring, pollen circulating way and have nothing much to report of late other than a successful birthday party evening complete with The Lady Chablis of Midnight at the Garden of Good and Evil fame and friends and beers at The J. Clyde. Those good memories helped me through last week as it was spent dawg sick and at one point in the ER for severe dehydration due to the queen mother of all stomach viruses. Being a low-priority patient at Brookwood Hospital didn't land me quick service, but the IV shot of Demerol made the six hours spent th