Parkway Rest Stop

.. dude... I've got your hat... oh, and a photo of you "reclining on the balcony"... with red toenails, I might add... Just Damn!...

Jealousy is such an UUUGLY thing.

I must admit to being intrigued, Eric. Share.

Glad you are back safe, sound remains to be seen, and Eric I want the pictures! The games were great, only wish I could have spent more time up in Helen.

You lived to tell the tale -- amazing!

Dammit, Jim, I didn't get to say "Good-bye" to you and Ken. That Constitutional took longer than I expected. Thanks for everything. You are a Gentleman.

Glad you made it back home. Thanks for taking Mama back to Atlanta, it saved us time and about 150 miles. I loved your Red toes, they looked as good as Acidman's. I also enjoyed your bodyguard, see you next year and keep play that great soft music, you played for me, I think it was you that played? My head still hurts from that Apple Wine and thay clear stuff, we were drinking. Take care, Cat.

.. sorry, Margi... what happens in Helen, stays in Helen.. although, perhaps Jim will spill it himself...

...so glad you lived. I heard about the car door incident. Any significant bruising?

Welcome back! Sounds like a weekend I should plan on next year if they can handle any more Yankees down there. And belated Happy Birthday!

If we did that shit more than once a year, we'd ALL be dead!

Eric --The hat is yours, buddy. Wear it proudly next year. Thanks for everything.

Mamamontezz -- Thank you for keeping us company on the painful (for me anyway) trip back to Atlanta. It was our pleasure, as it gave us more time to shoot the shit (at least to the extent I could make my tongue work). We walked over to your gate, but the plan had already boarded. I had gotten hung up by security when they made me go back to the coucourse to mail my cigar lighter home. I guess they were aftaid that I would storm the cockpit with my Colibri.

Blake (The Laughing Wolf) -- Thanks for making the side trip. It was great to meet you. Oh, and thanks for the treats (genuine shortbread). I'll be enjoying some of it for dessert tonight. I figure it will finally dry up the residual toxins.

Catfish -- As I said above, it was a plesure to give Mama a lift. She's a great lady. It was great to meet you and listen to that voice of the south. Primo, buddy.

Kelley -- I believe you left a comment here, that I may have accidentally deleted when I was deleting 800+ Spam comments that were waiting for me. You are great company, even though they tell me it was you who did the dreaded deed that sent me home with ten souvenirs!

Key -- There was a "car door incident?" Holy shit!

Shamrock -- I believe you'd fit in. You've got Irish Pub Crawling Credentials. You man have to gear up for the Georgia home made "wine."

Jim, I did leave a comment, one about your great farookin' hair, confirming that it is, indeed, both great and farookin'.

It was fantastic to meet you - you and Ken are definitely the Honorary Georgians of the pack. You guys are welcome down here anytime! For all you Yankees reading this, these boys know how to Represent. They Done Y'all Proud.

Sorry about the toes. If it's any comfort, you seemed to like it at the time. And, as for "the car door incident", man - if you can't remember, and you can't see the bruises, then, trust me. You don't want to know. It was brutal.

Go 'head and sign up for cheap fare alerts for springtime...

Just watch out for those bathrooms labeled "Lassies"...