3,2,1...

I have no freaking idea when Kuba will write something here. Guess he's lazier than me :) and that's a good sign.

Anyway, tomorrow is the day. At the morning as usual I'm going to work, then lunch time at Bellagios (best pizza place in da world). Around 6pm operation "Pyrenees 2007" will BEGIN!!

First part of the operation is to get my ass to Dublin. U.S. special forces decided to not use Air Force One (they're cheap) but Aer Lingus. Personally, I hate Aer Lingus, but whatever.
While I'll be in the air, Kuba has even more important mission. He has to get a bottle of vodka and frost it. Whole operations depends on him, so Kuba try to do things right, ok?
Because of that, he decided to not pick me up from the airport. Offical note from the US goverment says "Nobody can't see you guys together on the airport", but the truth is he has to prepare glasses for the shots and watch the bottle.

That's it for now, next part of the operation is top secret.



P.S. My backpack is to heavy.