Come or be Scorned!

Horraaay!!!

You brought tears to my eyes!! Seriously!

 Greg

At 11:03 PM 6/11/2003 -0700, you wrote:
This is your 2003 pinup model calling with a pre-emptive emission in an effort to destroy any too-late-notice excuse you may have been using to miss the weekly gathering at my esteemed associate Mr. Greg Delaune's place. The Grand Poobah of the Haberdashery will become another year older at midnight this Friday while a full moon blazes overhead (overbearing fog notwithstanding). I think it is appropriate that we overrun his fabulous pad, drink every last drop of alcohol he owns (a big challenge indeed) and eat every last bacon bit in the fridge to prove that growing older is in fact a pleasure when you have friends like us.

Yassss, by Bored Member Perogative according to Haberdashery Bylaws Section 42, I do, without previous consultation, declare that Cocktail Hour is on for this Friday, at the usual time and location: 2107 Hearst Avenue, 7:30pm. The sleek black Weber will be resplendant with hot coals to char your favorite animal, vegetable or mineral and the libations will be flowing from bottle to glass to stomach to brain (maybe omitting the glass step). Bring along any friends, lovers, enemies, or random souls you meet along the way and whatever food or drink you are inspired to consume and/or share.

Come as you are, or be scorned, or at least sorely missed. And, as always, ”Feel free to stop by for a Wookie or dangle irreverantly.” (I might have that a little wrong, so hard to remember).

Yours insanely,

Ishmael of Chaness,
Sorry Greg.
Had to be done.