The Asses of Fire Tour continues its caravan across the landscape of Tampa Bay's chicken wing frontier today.
The gents plan to venture to Norman's Hideaway Lounge on St. Pete Beach, a place to which our Supreme High Priestess Chief Poobah drives almost 60 miles to dine. Then they're going to a Devil Rays game. And since the Rays are playing good baseball lately, they won't be able to blame any dyspepsia on the team. It could, however, be a crucial error in strategy, since any gasses they expunge as a result of their dinners will be trapped inside the confines of the Tropicana Dome.
I unfortunately won't be able to join them, but I will be posting an account as soon as I get one.