Frankly, My Dear....

LaBev and I traveled to Boston on Friday to meet the infamous Frank, who may or may not have flown all the way from Texas just to meet us.

On the car ride south, Bev and I discussed escape plans, in case he was a freak pondered what the night might hold.

While sitting outside Cheers, we regretted not requesting Frank to wear something that might make him stand out in a crowd, such as a kilt or a bowler hat... but hell, this is Boston, that stuff is common-place. Bev insisted she spotted him, but I disagreed since somewhere in my mind I believed he would be wearing this outfit;


and of course, driving this;


Of course, Bev was correct and Frank surprised us with dead dandelions flowers.

And in case you were wondering, yes it was bright and sunny in Boston on Friday.


We made our way to dinner where Bev and I enjoyed a bottle on Pinot Gris, while Frank gingerly sipped un-sweetened ice tea.

At which point, Bev and I were maybe a smidge worried.


But then we found Frank's weakness; Bacon and Blue Cheese Martinis.

... and the party began!


I'll let the pictures tell the rest of the story.



Who likes to party?

This guy!

Frank even attempted to recreate his one moment of fame:


Frank was much shorter than I had imagined.

Give me "sexy"



Give me "special"

So there you have it. Good times. Frank is as pervy fun and witty as we could have hoped for. And we left him relatively unscarred.