Absinthe (last part)

So Joyce and I went out to dinner with a friend of hers, Mrs. LaSalle…and Mrs. LaSalle got us drunk on absinthe, which neither me nor Joyce had ever tasted before. That wouldn’t have been too bad, except that we had to get home, and both of us were too tore up to drive. Keaton … Continue reading Absinthe (last part) →

Absinthe (part 2)

So me and Joyce went out to dinner with Mrs. LaSalle last week. Mrs. LaSalle is the kind of woman who’s 87 and you’d never guess it. After dinner, we went back to her condo so she could show us pictures of the time she climbed Mount Everest with her husband. And before we settled … Continue reading Absinthe (part 2) →

Absinthe (part 1)

So y’all remember Christmas at Joyce’s – when we had Keaton and Mrs. LaSalle over for dinner? Mrs. LaSalle is a super cool old lady, but she’s over 80 and doesn’t cook much anymore. So she decided to take me and Joyce out last week, since she still “owed” Joyce for Christmas. (I never understood … Continue reading Absinthe (part 1) →