I'm writing to you from sunny Miami, FL, where I arrived Thursday morning at 2 A.M. thanks to an almost three hour delayed flight out of Newark. Very, very solid stuff.

Anyway, today we work our way toward the Port of Miami, where we'll be boarding a cruise ship for a little 3 day swing through the Islands of the Bahamas. Long time readers of this blog will remember my adventures there in early July. I'm looking forward to it because I'm coming back to a shitstorm at work on Wednesday.

We get back in New York on Monday night. On Tuesday, the Jews own the city, so we'll do what we always do: eat Chinese food, see a movie and then fall asleep before 10.

While I'm gone, please work your way over to Yankee Pot Roast. We've got some outstanding holiday-related fiction this week and next, before we take our year end hiatus, to reflect on another year of ugly, confrontational shouting matches.

Labels: cruise ships, vacation, YPR

Well, it's finally here. Tomorrow, I leave for my very own European Vacation. To get yourself in the mood, please click here.

I have been to Europe before, but that was some 6 years ago, when the dollar was strong and there was no Euro at all. These days, it's a $1.30 to buy €1.00. Good times.

I'll be spending 12 days cruising the Mediterranean with my wife and her parents. There will be four stops in Italy: Rome, Florence, Naples (Pompeii) and Venice. There's a stop in Monte Carlo, where I'll be betting it all on black. There's a stop in Turkey, where I'll be making every attempt to get thrown into a Turkish prison. There will also be five stops in Greece: Santorini, Mykanos, Athens, Olympus and Corfu. There's only one way to separate the men from the boys in Greece, and that's with a crowbar.

I'll be posting from the high seas, provided that I'm not vomiting over the side of the boat the whole time.

Buon Viaggio!

Labels: Europe, vacation, vomit