Since the NHL has decided to eschew their annual Winter Classic with all of their labour strife, I’ve decided that tonight’s annual Port Dover Christmas party (it would appear that the host Mr. Turkish Delight is on the Mayan Calendar when booking) should borrow the moniker of “WINTER CLASSIC”.
This year’s party as I mentioned is being hosted by the one and only Turkish Delight. His hosting skills are going to be put to the test as I am going to be a very demanding guest. I expect valet parking once I clear the Burlington wall, a personal valet to mop up the sweat from my brow (which will mos def occur as I tend to glisten at these types of events) and most of all I need security protection from the Long brothers and their hand assault that they call a high five.
I’ll be on my best behaviour ce soir, as I will be accompanied by the First Lady. She will hopefully keep me on the straight and narrow so I don’t have a repeat of the infamous bus trip to London for the 2010 edition of this party. This was the fateful night where I decided to commence my Rye embargo. I’m now in a Cal Ripken like streak of not drinking this elixir and I believe that we have all benefited from this decision.
As per all parties someone is going to be “that guy” and I’d usually place the Vegas odds on favourite as being the Turkish delight, but with him being the host the likelihood of him being crowned “that guy” is diminishing. So in lieu of my usual pick I’ll have to pass the baton to my pal the KERN by default. Best of luck KERN, no pressure.
On a serious note I’d like to wish my good friend and co-owner of the WALL OF ARSYLENCE as speedy recovery. The Duke health has played tricks with him yet again and his presence will be greatly missed at this event. I’ll be partaking in a toast of mini vodz in his honour. Get well soon Dukie!!
Enjoy your evening friends! All the best! Cheers!