Monday Hangover

Lots of food and drink this past weekend - good times, good times, I say. We didn’t waste any time getting started last Friday; Lord von Lord, Tag Berauscht, his frauline and I met for drinks around 6 pm and ended up having quite a dinner feast by the time things were said and done. Of course we drank plenty at dinner and continued afterward. Tag had replenished his basement keg with fresh IPA so we were slamming those as fast as possible, enough to the point of refilling two pitchers at a time, thus saving twice the number of trips downstairs. OSHA would be proud. The beer flowed like wine…

Saturday I enjoyed the morning with some early exercise, good weather and ran some errands before taking a well deserved nap. It was just past 3:00 pm when I got the call about “Lard in the Yard”, which pissed me off. For those of you who don’t know about LITY, let me briefly describe it as a full-on culinary ATTACK of grilled meats, side dishes, and desserts compounded by excessive drinking, hosted by our friend and his wife in their back yard. The reason I was pissed off is because I had no advance warning this was going to happen and didn’t have time to prepare my body for the amount of abuse about to ensue. Nevertheless I agreed to meet them and it went well as usual.

We had shrimp brochette, fish, huge steaks, baked potatoes, vegetables, garlic bread and some other stuff I’ve forgotten. For drinks we had the usual hat trick of beer, bourbon and wine, and there were cookies for dessert. All that took a while to prepare (while we drank) and we finally sat down to eat around 10 PM. We didn’t actually eat in the yard per tradition since it was too dark by then, but we enjoyed the weather on their patio just the same. As you can imagine after eating all that food we were just bouncing off the ceiling with energy, so we put in a DVD and waited until the first person passed out so we could strategically excuse ourselves one by one. Plus the cats were restless at that point and I didn’t feel like sleeping with those dangerous bastards waiting to pounce.

Sunday our group of drunkards didn’t get together at all. I think everyone was resting and bracing for the shitty weather that has arrived. Great, colder temperatures and rain, you know what that means…




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Rain Droats!!!

Snow Droats!

I don't know about the rest of you, but I didn't expect the wintry mix of snow/rain today. Luckily I have a stockpile of droat pics for any occasion and whether you want to see them or not, here they are:

The snow-droat, perfect for snowy camouflage or making impromptu snow angels without staining your whites.

The highly fashionable snow-white coat droat is a "must-have" according to the website StyleTips101. They suggest taking it easy on the black or drape colors, adding it will make you stand out and look "hot". Indeed!

And finally the Wedding Droat. I shit you not, this UK product is available for a mere 1700 quid, or about $3400. Perfect for getting married outside in the cold, freezing winter weather.

For Tara, Judge of Droats

Looking ahead at the weather forecast this week, it is going to be downright nasty. By Thursday the temperatures are supposed to be hovering around freezing or below for a couple of days straight, and we all know that the ladies will be sporting their favorite droats for the occasion, hopefully the fancy ones they got for Christmas. Naturally, we at DK will be wearing our juice jackets. Several weeks ago when Jack Frost first reared his ugly head I mentioned how much I love the fashionable ladies and their garments, and even included a collection of pictures to emphasize my point. Well, apparently my eye for fashion isn’t quite what I thought it was, as reader Tara described them as “really ugly”.

This honest critique was not lost on me, and since then I have taken it upon myself to find only the best, most fashionable Droats on the whole goddamned planet. I have, and will continue to search tirelessly in order to provide the finest images of droats scavenged from websites all over the internet - that, or until I feel the need to search for the most filthy porn on the internet. As long as the winter months require dressy coats, I shall provide images of these functional yet fashionable clothes to be judged by you. So Tara, without further delay I present not one but two droats for your judgment:

And should these not meet her standards, or if the broad just doesn’t respond, I vow to continue posting these ludicrous images just because I have found so damn many of them and have to do something with them. I await the verdict.