Hello!
So how do I start this, “Hello my name is Carlos and I’m an
alcoholic”? I really don’t know, after yesterday’s pandemonium I’ll have to
redefine my vocabulary.
First of all, kudos to little J’s dad for having kept up with me and the sangria: we drank about 3 liters worth of booze between him and me. He ended up dancing the Debka fully nude, plus apparently I called a 20 odd year Parisian girl “my girlfriend” in front of my wife and in-laws… Seriously, liquid courage in a bottle my friends. But to be cleared, I corrected my mistake on the spot; I called the person who provide me with the Italian cheese cake recipe, Lidia Bastianich, my girlfriend…As for little J’s dad dancing thing, I guess he’s been repressing these sexual tensions all this time; after all, my sister-in-law’s dog kept on humping his leg all night long, dogs can sense things people. I got a feeling that little J’s dad might soon explore his feminine side if you know what I mean…
Take care people…
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