Don't talk to Teresa... Talk to Mr Bombay Gin~~ Damn stuff likes me in fountains.. Or maybe its the olives fault.. Yea~~that's the culprit.. those damn drunk olives.. They have no morals sometimes.. LOL
Unlike the others above, wise men/women I'm sure, I would jump at the opportunity to go but with work, teenage girls going 3 different directions, school and no vacation time left I've got a better chance at winning PowerBall So on Tuesday afternoon, when your feet hurt clean to your hips, your back aches to your chest and your head aches down to your shoulders (that would be pain from head to toe for those not paying attention) just remember there are those of us out here envious of your opportunity.
Stay out of the There BETTER be pictures of you in the fountains young lady!
And that's your story and you're sticking to it! p.s. I like Bombay too, skip the vermouth...