All in all a great weekend for the Doghouse Gang. Marc got to trip up to Buffalo to see the Sabres in the playoffs. Granted, they lost the one game they attended in person on Thursday, but they got to slang up in Brunners to chow down on some infamous big ass Buffalo steak sandwiches and watch the Sabres nail the Eastern finals on Saturday and party like freaks.
Rob (a Buffalo native with the good sense to have migrated to the ATL), took Marc on an obligitory Maid of The Mist ride through Niagra Falls.

Marc suprised me with a souvenier. He waited for me to come home, filled up the bathtub, ran the shower, and re-created the scene with a blow-up Maid of The Mist. I am still laughing my ass off at his dramatic and diaromic staging of it in our little bathroom.

When Chanda and I picked them up yesterday from Hartsfield Airport, they were dazed and confused from partying in Buffalo until all hours and were hungry as residents of The Lord of the Flies. We got them fed and crunked up at The Earl in East Atlanta.
Marc and I stumbled over to Park Pets and bought Gracie a toy that looks like a big buck tooth mouth. She modeled for this pic.

Good times. Marc and Rob got their hockey groove on. Misty babysat like a champ. Gracie got one more (really fucking funny) toy than usual (G & R get to spend their allowance at Petsmart every weekend). T got Brazilian waxed. Good times.
Peace, T.
****Chet Baker "Lush Life"