Going too far

Sometimes you just know you have been away from home too long. These are the Olympic mascots Neve and Glitz and they are everywhere. Sometimes back at the villa I see them looking in my windows at night, their big white heads glowing in the moonlight. At all the events they try to inteact with people and, although they don't talk, they ham it up every chance they get. I think they follow me.

The subject of the post is what happens when their heads meet up with #2 shot from a 3&1/2 inch shell delivered from I-tallys finest gun, the Benelli Nova. Going too far. I should have never gotten loaded at the Ice Dancing finals. Then some Jamacian bobsledders gave me a bit of their "Olympic Gold" and things got a little weird. Immagine Neve and Glitz trying to hug you after tons of Russian vodka, German schnaps and Brittish dark ale. I should have walked away but I'm an American dammit, and America never walks away from a challenge, real or percieved.

Did you ever see the end of Ghostbusters? When the big marshmellow thing explodes? Yep, it's like that. I stumbled to a waiting taxi before the wardens could arrive and made it back to the villa where I had the best sleep all week. When I woke up later I learned that Charlton Heston has taken yet another gold medal, this time in the 90 meter ski jump. Sir, you are amazing.