Day One...

My friends, what can I say? I have been taken hostage by a militant group calling themselves the SugarCheese Liberation Army. I was spirited away last night with a hood over my head. We drove for about 15 minutes, so I cannot be that far from where I was. When I first arrived, my captors left my hood on for awhile. I heard noises that sounded like a bunch of boozebags livin' it up. It was also very smoky... ! a clue...I must be in Virginia...
My hood was taken off and it took a few minutes for my eyes to adjust to the light...

Ok...I am in a bar..."please see bartender for service"...am I being held hostage by a brew pub?











Suddenly I am whisked into the arms of a fey Latino man, and a gruff man who grins alot. They ask me what is my pleasure? Afraid of what they might have had on their minds, I said, "A Drink!"












So they gave me a Gin and Tonic.
Well, girls...you know how it is when you are in an unsettling situation, and no, I'm not usually a drinker, and wouldn't want anyone else imbibing spirits because they have seen me do it, but I was nervous, so I slammed the whole drink down and asked for a beer.

Then another...


Whoa! I guess I fell down! I might be a little tipsy here...sorry girls, I haven't seen these pictures yet, and don't remember any of this. Someone must have slipped me a rufie or something.
After the Gin and Tonic, Everything starts becoming a blur.
Oh wow.





Looks like I started showing people how flexible I am. I hate when I do that.









Oh heaven's to Betsy's. Looks like I started poll dancing.













And this explains the bruises. Looks like I flung off of the poll and landed head first in my beer glass. Thank heavens it was empty! Wonder how I got out of there?




Oh yeah, now I remember. This really nice lady helped me out of there. But then she started wanting to talk about folk rock and tennis, and sticking her tongue out at me. I wonder if she is the one who rufied me?







I did a switch leap in the air to the top of a lady's head. She seemed slightly annoyed and seemed to be conducting something while standing in the bar. She asked me something about saving amy??? I said, "How's about saving Barbie???"













She wasted no time in throwing me across the room onto the bar. My fall was cushioned by a few packs of cigarettes. Ugh. My head was spinning.









I blacked out after that.
When I awoke this morning, I found myself surrounded by what looked like 7 or 8 strange men in tights, who were trying to take advantage of me while I was passed out! The rascals!

Were these my captors all along? Where were they at the bar last night? How did I get from the bar to this strange tropical lair?
I'll try to find out all of these answers and write later tonight, ladies. My captors let me be after I awoke, and even allowed me Internet access, but I dare not let them know that I am blogging. They would go bananas if they knew that!

The freak with the blond hair and red jumpsuit is giving me eyes and walking over here, so maybe I should go for now.
I'll let you know when I write again!
Wish me luck!
Barbs.