it keeps getting wackier
So today my inbox contained a message which read, in summary:
Hello, I don't know who you are, but I found your email address in my wallet and assume I acquired sometime when I was too drunk to remember it later. If you have been to any of these parties: (list of parties), I probably met you there. I would like to invite you to my own party this Friday in which I will liberate all the lighters I've been stealing from people for years by handing them out to all the guests. Please come, and do not set my apartment on fire.
Happily, I do remember the circumstances of the email exchange -- this was Kevin from Gnome Love, and he was supposed to hook me up with a gnome to take to Australia for photography purposes. Would totally go to this party if I weren't going to be on an out-of-country flight at the time. As I would meet Tony and Rosanna for jujitsu training earlier that night. The one thing I don't like about fantastically awesome adventures is the inevitable trade-off effect. There should be, like, TiVo for life -- I will be off galivanting from Date X to Date Y, please record all spiffy events taking place within that period so that I may experience them at my convenience upon my return. Would rock. I could have done Pippin at Oberlin. Yes, all of you, sneer if you like; it's still my favorite musical.
Anything else? Ehm, fighter practice was fun last night, though attendance was low and I have yet to acquire armor. I sat and kept Jolie and her broken foot company, and we watched Zorikh (well over six feet) thwap Lee (shorter than me) about the head for a while. We made plans for renewed mayhem when I return and Jolie's foot is healed, which should be more or less concurrent.
Hello, I don't know who you are, but I found your email address in my wallet and assume I acquired sometime when I was too drunk to remember it later. If you have been to any of these parties: (list of parties), I probably met you there. I would like to invite you to my own party this Friday in which I will liberate all the lighters I've been stealing from people for years by handing them out to all the guests. Please come, and do not set my apartment on fire.
Happily, I do remember the circumstances of the email exchange -- this was Kevin from Gnome Love, and he was supposed to hook me up with a gnome to take to Australia for photography purposes. Would totally go to this party if I weren't going to be on an out-of-country flight at the time. As I would meet Tony and Rosanna for jujitsu training earlier that night. The one thing I don't like about fantastically awesome adventures is the inevitable trade-off effect. There should be, like, TiVo for life -- I will be off galivanting from Date X to Date Y, please record all spiffy events taking place within that period so that I may experience them at my convenience upon my return. Would rock. I could have done Pippin at Oberlin. Yes, all of you, sneer if you like; it's still my favorite musical.
Anything else? Ehm, fighter practice was fun last night, though attendance was low and I have yet to acquire armor. I sat and kept Jolie and her broken foot company, and we watched Zorikh (well over six feet) thwap Lee (shorter than me) about the head for a while. We made plans for renewed mayhem when I return and Jolie's foot is healed, which should be more or less concurrent.