But at the Palace, the servants had not turned on the air conditioning and the rooms were very hot. Then the worst thing of all.....no internet access! Even late at night and even if you are a countess, if you call the cable company, you have to wait. "Your call is important to us, please hold." "Repeat" "Repeat" etc. When I finally did speak to a real person, he couldn't resolve the problem over the phone and a service call was put through for the following day. Modem replaced and I am back in business.

By now it is 11 pm and The Countess knows that Prince Troy has a good supply of Glenlivet over at Rumpy's Tavern. There weren't too many people in the bar but the ones that were there were ready to party. However there was one patron that definitely did not belong....the farting dog. After I chased it around trying to take its picture, the owner took him home exclaiming that her dog was being blamed for someone else's farts!! This is the best picture I could get but one look at that belly and you know that dog has some fearsome gas built up!

Then I tried to take a picture of Ricky but he wouldn't turn around because he didn't want to be in the blog with a farting dog. Baroness Ricky is such a princess sometimes!!! And yet, even his back is perfection. Ricky Fromeyer cannot take a bad picture even when his back is turned!

Tory is kind of peeking behind Ricky in that picture but she wanted a picture that showed off her Greek profile....

Now Princess got into the act and she wanted a picture. Her profile is a little different than Tory's.....

Next Michael Allen Lowe came in with his aviator goggles...or gas mask goggles...we weren't sure which. He wanted a picture with those on.....

Steve didn't want a picture but that never stopped the Countess....

Ricky was sorry he turned his back so he gave the Countess a nice kiss....

There you have it. A night where nothing happens...twice! Hmmmm, seems I've heard that review before.