Bordertowns are fun as long as you don't ask for directions...

Ahhhh...new town. It even has that new town smell. Funny...the smell is the same as the last town I was in but I tend to wrinkle my nose at it less since I have travelled 700 klicks to inhale it...the effort makes it less offensive, I guess. Either way, it may be familiar to my memory but to the rest of my senses, it is an awakening...where's the Halcyon?

Seriously though, I am rather excited to be here since my visit shall turn out to be quite the lucrative venture, I must say. And rolling in the green is never a bad thing to be doing, now is it kiddies? No sireee bob's your uncle!

UPDATE: The Boss (and no, not as in Springsteen...as in Lenin...and no, not as in Yoko and the Beatles...as in the polar opposite) took part in a military parade this weekend. Yay for him...he is leaving for Gagetown in a week to go blow shit up and shoot things in character building exercises...luckeeee... Oh well, it's want he wants to do , so I suppose we should let him.

KeVaN has yet to choose his middle name and quite frankly I am getting sick and tired of waiting...aren't you? HELLLOOO!? The polls are closed...the people have spoken...let's just move on!?
And besides, it's not as if "Chase" is that big of a surprise anyway...

Dean-o? Still breathing last time I checked...

Polly Piss-her-pants? Alive and well and is holding my new boots hostage for ransom, which in her world is a hot meal and oh, let's see now...hmmmm...about 40 pints or so, I reckon.