We’re headed towards cliff, my friends. Always a terrifying experience to be aimed headlong over the edge, but when the cliff in question is of one’s own making it can make you question how you got here. May the First ends some things and begins many; it will mark the triumphant end of No Booze April (lost 12 pounds), I’ll be jetting to San Franseezy For Sheezy to talk nonsense to a large gathering, it will officially be The Summer of Love, most weekends my activities will be preordained, Prince Fielder might hit a home run at some point, Joe’s Casino may open several times if any shambling hobos amass outside her doors, I’ll finish that Cah-razy 1949 Frank Norris book I stoled from wwhazz, my first attempt at programming a video game may get finished, and much, much more.
Wwhazz’s thoughts on my impending San Fran trip: wait outside the library and mug Cal when he emerges. Like, not fake “hahaha!” mugging, but really push him on the ground and take his money. Maybe cuff him on the side of the head if he doesn’t give up the goods. “He’ll know it’s me!” I yelled. “Not if you wear ladies pantyhose over your face,” he calmly replied. I don’t think I’ll do it though: (1) he likely knows tai-chi or some other oddball marshal art that would render my attack ineffective (2) what if Greg is with him at the time (3) what would I rob him of? Forty cents, a MUNI pass, and his gilt-framed picture of Greg? Not worth the trouble. However Cal, if on the nights of May One, Two, or Three you wish to meet me at McTeague’s for a steam beer then I will assent.
I really, really wish I could have a little video camera that caught maddd’s reaction when he opened the MINI-CHIP set. Did you think something was suspicious due to the small package size? Did you think you were getting full size chips right up until you opened the case itself? At what exact point did you know you’d been played for a fool by Jokerstars?
I really, really wish I could attend both the Top Hat Guitar Hero Affaire and Wwhazz’s Ho-Chunk Adventure this weekend but alas I’ll be visiting my poor family a-way up in Door County. I fondly imagine that the Top Hat Affaire will end with someone smashing the GH controller into the Fancy Booze Tray.
Here’s a Bachelor Party Update: date not confirmed but likely August 7th, cookout at wwhazz’s house including various lawn olympics (bags, ladder ball, washers), poker tournament to follow, Joe’s Casino to follow that, Thunder Road tourney to follow that, Air Hockey tourney maybe to follow that, bars to follow that stuff. Put some Stank on it, friends– comin’ out! Watch your dicks!