I like to give names to things that can kill me, such as farewell drinks.
Now don't get me wrong, I like a drink as much as the next man and according to all reports if you enjoy a libation than Newfoundland is the place to be, however the process between now and then is one not so kind to the liver or any of the organs used to filter the copious amounts of alcohol being splashed about prior to our departure to St Anthony.
Henceforth I would like to introduce you to Garry, the liver destroying farewell elf.
Garry (note his pirate heritage with two r's) is an unkind elf, one hell bent on ensuring a good time is had by all.
Whilst mead is his tipple of choice, Garry prefers to serve beer and never lets a man or woman be without a fresh drink in their hand.
Like a good host, he occasionally proffers food but mostly his job is to facilitate fun times with good friends and family as we prepare to pack our bags and head east -- north east actually.
If you see Garry hanging around a bar or lounging around the fridge, say hi to him and he might even offer to buy you a drink.
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