When People Tell the Truth

I love to watch the Behavior Panel on YouTube. Basically they're four body language experts. Two of them were in the military and they all work with the gov't. They analyze footage of famous people or those involved in crimes, looking for possible signs of deception and things like that.

 They all have great personalities, and are very good at what they do. They have a great rapport and it's obvious they're buds. Although body language is very interesting, I'm not really trying to learn all about it. It is nice to learn certain cues that might indicate that someone's lying, but I think a lot of that is stuff we're innately aware of, consciously or not. 

 I wouldn't want to become an expert in body language to the point that when I met someone I'd start analyzing them...that'd interrupt the flow. What I really like about these guys is that they completely understand narcissism, which, having been through it, will fascinate me for the rest of my life. 

 They've done a great service to the few people who pay attention when they talk about someone being a narcissist. They, and others, have pointed out narcissistic traits in people like Amber Heard, Elizabeth Holmes, what'shisfuck...George Santos and many others. Man they tore Santos a new asshole. If you want to get a taste of the behavior panel, and see possibly the greatest liar of our time as well, you can check out the two videos they did on Santos, HERE and HERE. It's incredible.

 Although pointing out deception is their bread and butter, and what gets views on YouTube, they also point out when someone is being truthful, and it's a breath of fresh air. Those same tactics are invaluable to law enforcement in cases when they're interviewing people who may or may not be involved in the disappearance of a loved one.

 Although I've never even tried to make mental notes of anything they say about body language, I've picked up a few things through osmosis, and I bet if I saw one of those interviews I'd have a pretty good idea if they were innocent or guilty. 

 And just for the record, touching your nose after you say something doesn't automatically indicate a lie. You look for baseline behavior when the person is known to be telling the truth, and compare it to when they might be lying. Ideally you want to see several indicators at once, which indicates a very strong chance of deception. 

 We all lie...I've told lies and I'll tell more lies, but I'm not a chronic liar, and I've told the truth many, many times when it got me into trouble or didn't paint me in the best light. I could've lied and no one would've been the wiser but I didn't. They say the truth hurts and they're right, but they also say that the truth will set us free, and to that I say Amen. I'd add yet again that the truth stands alone, and it ALWAYS comes out eventually. The truth isn't always cool these days, but if ever there was a case of "It is what it is," it's the truth. It wins in the end. 

 I think I do pay more attention when they're pointing out things that indicate that someone is being truthful. For instance, in the case of a missing relative when someone who's a person of interest is being interviewed, truthful people will talk about finding that person, show genuine grief, cry real tears and such, while guilty people will usually try to weave a story to show their innocence, and sometimes won't even mention the person's name. A good interviewer knows when someone is guilty even before there's a confession. 

 Chronic liars, aka narcissists, use several tactics in being deceptive, but perhaps the most powerful one is deflection. A truthful person will generally just answer the question, but a liar will try to deflect by changing the subject and not answering the question at all, and it's usually very effective. The interviewer will often go with the new train of thought and forget about the original question, but a good interviewer won't be distracted, and will say something like: "You still haven't answered the question."

 That has the added advantage of rattling the narcissist, by pointing out a tiny flaw. They can't handle it. They'll bring up good things about themselves, true or not, as if they're a good person and could never be involved in anything bad. A truthful person won't care about that. They're only interested in finding the missing person.

 They'll pretend to want to get the person back and to be helpful, but the only signs of grief, concern or worry that you'll see on their faces is for themselves, when it hits them that people aren't buying their bullshit and they're in trouble. They'll talk about how they feel and how it's affected them, while a truthful person will say "Please help us get them back!" They often use my favorite trick of all- fake crying with no tears. That's a very good indication of a narcissist. 

 Although making or breaking eye contact isn't always a sign of truth or deception, a liar will often look away when they tell a lie, but then immediately look at the person to see if they're buying it. There are all sorts of signs of possible deception, and you can look into it if you're interested. 

 Truthful people are generally more relaxed and less fidgety. The hand gestures most of us make when we're illustrating something align perfectly when someone is telling the truth, but can be early or late when someone is lying. That's a fascinating thing to see...it's almost like the video and audio are out of sync. 

  Again I think that at least subconsciously most people know when someone is lying or telling the truth, but it's nice to have things pointed out, since narcissists are extremely good liars...except for Santos. The guys appreciate it when someone is telling the truth. The thing is, once someone has been caught in a lie, it casts doubt on anything they might say in the future. Nobody likes a liar. 

 
 

How to Crack a Narcissist

The best interrogators are the ones who understand narcissism, for several reasons. Since every narcissist on Earth has the same traits and will basically act the same way, the interrogators know how to exploit those traits and push their buttons. Most people who do bad things are narcissists, and the investigators who understand narcissism know that. 

 They know that narcissists' brains aren't wired for empathy, remorse, kindness and such, so narcissists don't care what they do. Since in their minds they're perfect and never do anything wrong or make mistakes, they can literally shoot someone in the back, and it's their fault. It's crazy to think they actually believe that but it's true. 

 Another great thing for interrogators is that since narcissists think they're smarter than everyone else on the planet, they'll often think they can talk their way out of something without the need for a lawyer, which should be rule #1, even if you're innocent. For how smart they think they are, it's hilarious to see what dumbasses they really are. They can't put themselves in anyone else's shoes, even to get an idea of how others see them. They think everyone else sees them exactly as they see themselves- perfect. 

 They also know that narcissists will often tell on themselves without realizing it. As a rule, narcissists aren't very bright. If the brain never develops empathy, it also can't properly develop emotionally or intelligently. They know that narcissists lie almost all of the time, and if they keep asking the same questions, eventually the narcissist will get caught in the "liar's loop," where they can't keep up with all the lies they've told, and start to tell different stories and directly contradict themselves. Oops, busted! It's great.

 It doesn't have to be an interrogation...if you just want to get the truth from someone and you suspect they might be a narcissist, you can use these same techniques to get them to show themselves for what they really are, and if they're a narcissist, it'll work 100% of the time. You can set your watch to it. 

 Since they think they're smarter, better looking and more interesting that every other human, you play that up first. They'll beam-out. Once you have them all pumped on themselves, you switch gears and question them on something stupid that they did, or one of the many lies you'll inevitably hear. Since maintaining a sense of control, either real or imagined, is just as essential to the narcissist's fragile framework as believing they're perfect, they'll immediately go on the defensive. They don't have the self-control to stop it, and you can see it happen. The more you press, the more they'll come unglued. At some point, steam will come out of their ears. Enjoy, but be careful. They can be very dangerous.

 Normal people might bristle and get pissed if you did that to them too, but not like a narcissist. When you challenge a narcissist in any way, you become their sworn enemy, and it happens in the blink of an eye. It's unnatural. You can try it on people you suspect, and you can do it politely. Most people can handle a little criticism, but not a narcissist. It's not how they're wired. Try it some time. It works. I'd say a little prayer first, but that's just me. Stay safe. 
 

Verse of the Day (Amos 5:8 KJV)

"Seek Him that maketh the seven stars and Orion, and turneth the shadow of death into the morning, and maketh the day dark with night; that calleth for the waters of the sea, and poureth them out upon the face of the earth: the Lord is his name." - Amos 5:8, KJV
 

You Never Forget Your First Halo

Yesterday I saw the first Sun Halo I've seen in months, and it was a good one. What's interesting is that often I have a powerful feeling that I'm going to see one, and when I look up there one is. A couple of times this year I've kinda thought I might see one but I didn't, so I'm aware of observational bias, but it happens most of the time and it did yesterday.

 I walked outside and immediately felt like there was one above me and there was. Most people don't think anything of it but to me it's breathtaking. They say it's caused by ice crystals, which may be true and the only thing causing it, but as always, I take what they say with a grain of salt. 

 I don't think that ice crystals is the whole story, but I'm not an Astronomer or a Meteorologist or anything else, so wtf do I know? If it's nothing but ice crystals, then why haven't we seen them regularly all throughout our lifetimes? Oh wait, I know...it's climate change, right? They say that's the cause of everything that's wrong with the planet, so why not I guess. Does excess heat cause ice crystals to form? You wouldn't think.

 Alls I know is is that it's an eyesight to see, and I'll never forget the first one I saw in person. It was 2015 or 2016. I'd heard of them and seen photos, but I was eager to see one for myself. I knew that it hadn't been a common thing in our skies at all for many years, and being someone who's looked at the sky day and night for 60+ years, I'd never seen one. That doesn't mean it never happened but I never saw it. 

 I took photos of it but they're on a long-gone hard drive. I was mesmerized to finally see one in person. It was directly overhead, and about as big as this one. I couldn't quit looking at it. It's one thing to see a ring around the Sun, but the darker area inside it was more intriguing. Maybe the light refracts funny within the circle or something, but it gave me a really interesting feeling that something was going on, like I was looking into another dimension. 

 Just like the first one I saw, they were chemtrailing the shit out of it from all directions, as you can see in this still from a video I took yesterday. There were at least two other planes that aren't in the frame. Judging by the haze in an otherwise cloudless sky, I know they were spraying hours ahead of it.

 It varies from month to month and they've been spraying almost every day for a while now, but nothing like they were spraying yesterday, and all in the area of the halo. For some reason they're trying to make these halos less noticeable.

 Imagine this halo in a perfectly clear sky. Everyone would notice it. The thing is, I don't know if we'd see one in a clear sky, because maybe the light needs something to project on, and I'm pretty sure you need clouds for ice crystals to form in, but I could be wrong. If you do need clouds for ice crystal formation, then the reason for these halos wouldn't be ice crystals at all. 

 If you don't believe that they're spraying right in front of the Sun, you should know that planes don't just fly seemingly haphazard like that, especially not five or six at once. They normally fly along set routes, and don't keep crisscrossing the same area over and over. And if you still don't think chemtrails are real, you have some serious catching-up to do. In case you didn't know, they've been declassified, and we'll be hearing about it from the horse's mouth. Wait and see. 

 Interestingly my main info guy says that the reason for chemtrails is to reflect some of the extra solar radiation back into space. That makes sense because we know that solar radiation has been increasing for the last several years, and some say it's going to keep increasing. 

 The way they were spraying this halo was just like when I saw the first one. I'd gone out that morning and noticed that they were busy as bees and spraying the fuck out of the sky, again on an otherwise cloudless day, several hundred miles upwind. I knew the wind was coming toward me and all that shit would be overhead in an hour or so, and I actually wondered if they were possibly trying to screen an upcoming halo, and lo and behold I saw my first halo about an hour later. Even with all the haze it was still incredible...like a round Mothership was parked behind the Sun or whatever. It was massive. 

 Starting with the Worm Moon, partial eclipse/Blood Moon that happened last night, and for me the halo yesterday, the next couple of months should be interesting for sky-watchers. We all know about the upcoming eclipse on April 8th, and most people know that the so-called "Devil Comet" should be visible in the Moon's shadow during the eclipse. They're also saying that we might see explosions popping out from the rim of the Sun during totality. Heck, with all that going on, we just might see a Saucer too. Why not?

 Interestingly the same series of events took place back in 1811. They had a partial Blood Moon, a solar eclipse and a "devil comet," so called because they have two protrusions that look like horns. Not long after there were major quakes around the world, ranging from about 7.3 to 8.4 in magnitude. Without going into all the stuff about electromagnetic interaction between the Sun and the planets, the Sun controls EVERYTHING that happens on Earth, even our mood. Look it up if you don't believe it. 

 The Moon influences the tides, and people too, and the Moon and Sun being in a line during an eclipse can have a combined effect on our planet. Hopefully things will stay calm this time, but I wouldn't be surprised to see some major quakes in the months of April and May. 

 I've said a million times that as a little kid of three or four I was captivated by a Bible verse that talked about "signs in the heavens," and all the way back then I felt like it would happen in my lifetime. Like my main info guy says, most people won't take these things as "signs" at all, and to be fair we can't prove they are, but as we know from history, eclipses and comets have often been accompanied by all sorts of crazy events. Whether that's pure chance is obviously open to debate. 

 As far as these Sun Halos are concerned, all I can say for sure is that although there are illustrations of them from the past, they're a recent thing for modern times. Until 2015 or 16 I'd never seen one, but I've seen a couple-dozen in person since then. There are no photos of them that I know about, until recently. Why do they try to make them less noticeable by pounding them with jet exhaust? 

Could all this be the beginning of the "signs in the heavens?" I think we've been there for a few years. Heads-up. 

 

Black Eyes

I've talked about a narcissist ex of mine, and seeing her eyes go completely black during many of her trademark fits of rage, or "narcissistic rage" as it's called in clinical terms. Again I don't mean that her pupils were dilated; I mean the entire eyeball turned black...whites and all.

 I get that it sounds crazy or like it was imagined, but it's very real. Over the last six years I've heard hundreds of people report the same thing, and statistically they can't all be imagining things. We've seen this phenomenon countless times in movies, where it's almost always the result of demonic possession. 

 Do you think that's just a coincidence? Maybe, but having witnessed it many times, I don't think so. I think it's straight-up demonic, and many people share that opinion. I've also mentioned the hundreds of comments I've read where people say things like: "I'm not particularly 'religious' but this person has a demon." People are seeing it now for themselves, whether they think demons are real or not, or had formerly thought, as the case may be. It's changing people's minds.

 All the naysayers who think that people who report it are imagining things or are high or that it's a trick of the light or a medical condition simply haven't seen it for themselves. They'll cite a rare medical condition that causes the pupils to dilate when someone is angry or under extreme stress, but again that only involves the pupil and not the entire eye. 

 They'll say it's drugs, and certain things will dilate the pupils to saucer size, but no drugs of any kind will turn the whites of the eyes black. I saw it myself with my ex quite a few times, and for the record I was sober every single time, and certainly not under the influence of hallucinogens. 

 You have to ask what could possibly make someone's eyes turn black, which is obviously an unnatural thing, and there simply isn't a logical explanation. As we know, sometimes the craziest sounding explanation is in reality the correct one. If demons are real and they really possess people, it's not a stretch at all to think they'd make the person's eyes go black. 

 What I saw was just like a scene from one of those movies...my ex's eyes would turn solid black and you could see it happen. Usually they'd stay black for the duration of the most brutal part of the fight, several minutes usually, but sometimes they'd go back and forth. It was freaky as fuck, and if I didn't at least think I knew what it was- demons, and knew of a power that was stronger and that I could call upon if needed, I might have been pretty frightened. BTW I recorded some of those fights, and it's clear to see which one of us was the monster. 

 If you think it's unsettling in a movie, try seeing it in real life. I saw something else looking at me from behind her black eyes than just her, with a look of pure evil and ultra hatred I might add. If I'd been a Catholic priest I'd have crossed myself and tried to exorcise that motherfucker. The fact that it sounds crazy doesn't matter one bit. People can think what they want...I don't care.

 I've mentioned that my main info guy believes that there will soon come a time when we'll be able to tell what a person is truly like on the inside, just by looking at the outside. I believe that, and sure enough, people are starting to notice, whether they're particularly "religious" or not. If what he says is true, then seeing someone's eyes turn solid black would be a pretty good indicator of what's inside. 

 I watched a video where cops were called to a residence because this woman's son had gone berserk and choked her until she passed out. She was talking about how his eyes had gone black, and that got my attention. Here we go. The cop just ignored it, as most people probably would, but she kept talking about it because it had obviously freaked her out. I screenshotted a couple of her comments with closed captioning.

 The son exhibited all the classic signs of narcissism within about a minute- the disrespect, name-calling, utterly childish behavior, totally justifying his actions by blaming others, fake crying with no tears, and for bonus points, growling. Since I believe that all narcissists are at least sometimes possessed by demons, the fact that she'd seen his eyes go black is no surprise. 

 She mentioned it again later and again the cop ignored it. Is this woman a nutjob or a druggie? Actually she's a nurse, and she was completely sober. She's what would be called a "credible witness." It's a shame the cop didn't take any interest in it but it's understandable. It's not a part of most people's way of thinking, but if my guy is right that may soon change. She knows.

 I get that most people will say that it's this or that, and I support their right to do so, but I can assure you that if you ever happen to see it for yourself, you'll know it's none of those things. You will know.

 Whatever is going on is getting people's attention, just like my guy said would happen. If you should ever see someone's eyes turn solid black and it frightens you, be aware that there's one name that demons have to flee from, and that's the name of Jesus. If needed, use it. Say it out loud. As Todd Rundgren and many others have said, "Get thee behind me, Satan." Todd knows. It's for real. No fear. Have a nice day.
 

Great Gigs: Music by Candlelight (rewritten)

Sometimes a gig that you think will be mediocre turns out to surprise you. Most of the frat and sorority parties we played were at wealthier schools but we played plenty of smaller schools The frats at bigger schools had the budget to hire two main bands and two "afternoon" bands every weekend, but the smaller frats might only be able to hire a band for three parties every semester or whatever.

 The Bud Greene band never talked about it but I think we were all aware of the fact that a party with a band was more special to them than the people who could afford to hire a million bands. I tried to certainly give them every bit of a good show as we'd give the Kappa Sigs, our main guys everywhere, if not more. They appreciated a band a bit more sometimes. 

 I remember playing some tiny school somewhere where they could only afford to hire like maybe two bands a year, so when we played it was like a stadium show to them. Even the teachers were having a good time and the kids were going absolutely apeshit before we even sat down to play. 

 They couldn't afford to build a stage so we set up on the ground. The crowd was roped-off but I honestly thought they might break through and mob us, which they pretty much did at the end of the show. I kept all my used sticks because people would occasionally ask for one. I gave away all of my used sticks and even all of my new ones. I could get more. It was very humbling, but we also felt like Rock Stars. 

 Anyway this other gig took place somewhere in south Alabama I think. They weren't quite as poor as the last guys but they couldn't afford to hire a band for every party. We set up in the basement of a tiny frat house. We were doing soundcheck, and the power went out. We reset the breakers but it happened again. We realized that the power supply wasn't adequate for both the PA and lights, so we had to ditch the lights. They'd built a little 4" high stage, but it wasn't big enough to fit the whole band. 

 It was either get everybody to round up lanterns or flashlights, or maybe candles. I got the main guy and told him to get everybody to collect any candles they might have, and I asked if there was a thrift store in town. Luckily there was one close by, and I ended up spending quite a bit of my own money on candles...I bought several hundred anyway. We went back and O' and I went around the stage setting up and lighting candles, and then we started playing. 

 As you can imagine the vibe was very warm, and also primal. That's what fire'll do. It was nothing whatsoever like the photo here, but in its own way it was just as cool. We ended up with maybe 350 candles or more, and it looked like some sort of temple. Everyone had a smile on their face, and something else happened that I never really never thought about again until now...people drank less alcohol. There was still drinking, but lots of the kids got off on the vibe, and hopefully the music too, and didn't feel the need to get as hammered as they usually did. 

 I was really appreciative of that because I was always a big fan of people getting high off the music rather than alcohol or whatever, and that applied to the band as well as the audience. I never touched a drop of alcohol either during the gig or the day of. I'd go through at least two 1.5-liter bottles of water every gig, Summer or Winter, and I'd display my water bottle as much as I could. I was sending a subtle message that you could have as much fun as a barrel of monkeys without having to be loaded. I loved seeing people get off on the vibe in the room and letting that be the buzz. 

 Another interesting thing happened. Without thinking about it we brought the volume of the band down a bit, to match the vibe in the room. The atmosphere and the music and the interaction with the crowd was a little more intimate than usual. People generally had fun at our gigs, but I never saw so many smiles. If I had a time machine I'd go back and play that gig again. It's worth doing on purpose. Rock on, by any light. 

The "Happiest" Happy Hour

Considering the subject matter, happy hour, and the level of severity it attained, it's a wonder I remember anything about this time at all, but somehow I do. I was playing in my first professional band- the Skip Perry Trio. I took this photo of Albert the possum after I came home from a gig with Skip and the boys, and I know that because of the horrible polyester shirt I had to wear, not to mention the 4" collars. 

 I hated wearing even blend shirts much less 100% polyester, and normally I had those clothes off within about a minute of getting home, but apparently the urge to play with Albert was stronger, and that's cool. He was a fun little animal. Ha-ha, so was I.

 At one point we had a month booked in the lounge of a Ramada Inn I believe. It was on Green Springs Avenue. Although happy hour has been outlawed in many areas for obvious reasons, it was alive and well back then. They used miniatures for every pour, so a happy hour drink would contain two. 

 They made a drink called a Colorado Motherfucker. It had all the clear liquors- vodka, rum, tequila and gin, plus half and half, a splash of Coke and Creme de Cacao. It was like a White Russian except it tasted like chocolate milk...chocolate milk that would kick your ass that is. They were served in plastic beer pitchers, and looking back it's a good thing they weren't glass, since I know we dropped more than one.

 Normally they'd have one miniature of each liquor, but during happy hour they'd double that to eight miniatures. Half the pitcher was liquor. Where things got crazy was that they gave the band happy hour all the time, and so when official happy hour kicked in, they'd double the amount of liquor again. There was barely room for ice, half and half and Cacao, so there was just a splash of each. I think they enjoyed getting the bands wasted, and it was pretty radical to have 16 miniatures in one pitcher. It was probably flammable. It sure lit us up. 

 I don't know that I'd have mixed tequila with gin, but after a few sips it didn't matter. That much liquor will dull your taste buds in a hurry, and your brain too for that matter. Turns out it was a coveted gig because they treated the bands so well. Not only did they get us plastered nearly every night but we got a huge discount on food, and it was really good. On top of everything else they gave us all our own rooms for the duration. That may have saved our butts, since we could wait until morning to drive home if we needed to. 

 I should mention that the music was a blast and an invaluable experience. I was learning on the job and I had to play, or at least fake, several styles I'd never really played before. I could do the Rock and Pop stuff no problem, and go "Ding ding a-ding" on the cymbal for Jazz, but we played everything from Disco to Samba to ballads to Polka, and I had to learn quickly. We'd play the latest Pop songs on the radio, like "Cheeseburger in Paradise" by Jimmy Buffet and "King Tut" by Steve Martin, and people would go nuts. I learned how to rev-up a crowd.

 Skip also got me singing and playing drums at the same time, and I'll forever be in his debt, although he passed many years ago. RIP Skip, and thanks. He heard me singing a Zappa tune while I was setting up my kit, and thought I had a decent enough voice that I could do backup.

 At first I couldn't even go "Ahhhh" and play a simple beat at the same time, but Skip was very patient, and before too long I was singing words, and I was thrilled. I never had a beautiful, Greg Lake-type voice but I've always loved to sing, and if I have a skill, it's that I can blend my voice well with the lead singer. 

 But this post is more about liquor, so back to the story. Man I still shudder when I think about taking the first sip from a pitcher of Co. Mofos. It'd give you the piss-shivers. One pitcher was easily enough for two people, although we didn't always stop at one. I started drinking later than most people, and I guess I was making up for lost time. Half a pitcher was eight miniatures, or at least 12oz of liquor. "Liquor? I hardly know her." Ba-Dop...PSSSSHHHHH!

 About the third night, two fine sisters came into the bar. They were actual sisters. They'd come here from New York and were staying at the motel. The older girl was taking a job managing a clothing store here called Mangle's, and her younger sis had come along for the company, and to help her find a place and such. 

 They were great girls. They were a bit more laid-back than most people I've met from New York, and although their pronunciation was perfect, they didn't have that thick Bronx accent, which was a relief, and no offense to accents. I have a bad one myself. 

 The older girl was a year younger than me, and her sister another year younger. Shame on me for not remembering their names. I'm blaming the Colorado Motherfuckers for that. I do remember that they were both very beautiful. They were smart and funny, my type, and they were sweethearts for days. Being into clothes they were dressed impeccably and tastefully. They wore cashmere sweaters and things like that. I was very pleased to meet them.

 I'm guessing the pitchers with 16 miniatures in them probably played a part in the social lubrication, but the older sister and I hit it off pretty quickly. For the next month we hung out every day. Right away I took her to the river. She was a city girl but she took right to it. It was a beautiful thing to turn her on to that and to see her love it so much. We got a bit frisky, and when we got back, her sister was giving her shit about having leaves in her hair. I'll never forget...she goes: "You been rolling around in the woods?" It was a rhetorical question. 

 One night they'd gone up to their room before we'd finished playing. Supposedly her sister was tired and wanted to crash. I called after we finished, and ordered a pitcher to go. It did take a minute or two to pour all those miniatures, but it couldn't have been more than five minutes before I got up to their room, and my girl was supposedly asleep. I figured she was faking but I didn't know why. Then I heard her sister start to moan. "Hmmm...a setup" I thought. 

 She casually slid down the covers to show that she was naked. I figured big sis was okay with it. Did I oblige? Sometimes you gotta roll with the punches. That's as far as it went and it never happened again. I was really into the older one and she was plenty. She ended up getting homesick and moving back to NY and not taking the job, or I'm sure we'd have gone out for a long time. 

 I wonder what she's up to. It's surprising I can remember anything about that month, considering we were drinking all the quadruples we wanted, but I remember big sis very fondly, and I hope she feels the same...that is if she can remember. I really liked her. I bet they put in a good word for Alabama. Cheers, sisters!

 Well, that's my happy hour story. Actually, "happy month" would be more like it. I had a blast and got buzzed to the gills. This story isn't as good as I hope some of my other ones are, but I can say that I've never had a stronger drink. Basically it was like: "Here, have a few sips of this" and things just happened. I remember more general craziness, but finer details escape me, and I'm doing good to remember what I do. 16 miniatures in one pitcher...that's nuts. Oh, and thank God for the free rooms. No wonder they outlawed happy hour.