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welcome -
you know when you're expecting a really important package so you stay home all day and wait for some guy to deliver it and you wait and wait and wait and drink a little too much coffee and have to go to the bathroom and just as you drop your pants the doorbell rings and it's the delivery guy and NO he won't just leave the package at the door and NO the elevator isn't working and you live on like the 500th floor of your building and have to run down the stairs trying really hard not to wet yourself (not out of any sense of decorum but mainly so you don't have to clean up your own mess and maybe slip and hurt yourself on the stairs) and then you get to the door and sign for the package all the while doing that little pee dance to the amusement of the damn delivery guy but of course the package isn't what you expected and its actually a 20lb crate of oranges that you now have to drag up the stairs and oh god it's heavy... and you still have to pee... good thing these stairs aren't slippery...
well... that's what this time of year is like for me... I don't like "the holidays"... I don't like any holiday - I really don't like much of anything - but I do like booze... and if you're still reading this email you probably like booze too! so join us once again for holiday pubnight where we can drink and talk and there are two bathrooms close by... generally...
be seeing you - your triumverate : Kris, Petro, Mike (tk, jay, stuart, laura, greg, and much much more)
I was going make this email a great limerick that I've been working on for, oh, 20 years, but I still can't find the right thing to rhyme with "starter motor" - you've no idea how hard it is to write these things (the emails, not limericks, but those are hard too) - I mean, tuesday is just not a creative day for anyone (except mike b.)