OK, denizens of the Public House.
Let it be known that one of our own, Mr TheDisappearer, is soon to have his divorce finalized. This calls for a celebration the likes of which would make Mardi Gras look like gramma's birthday.
When: November 1-3
Where: Chez GuitarCozmo, Enola, PA.
"Hey!! Uncle Seagis!! What do I bring?"
Good question, mon frÃ¨re. The short answer is: alcohol. And yourself, of course. I mean, you're welcome to just send alcohol if you can't make it. We'll write you into our wills or something. Or not. You can bring food of whatever sort, too. That'll be awesome.
And cameras. We'll need photographic evidence in order to tell our grandchildren what life was like back in the day.
Anyways, it's on. Cozmo has a house that, while it wouldn't pass for one of Saddam Hussein's palaces, does have a decent amount of floor space. I've already claimed one of the spare bedrooms, as has the guest of honor, but as they say, "Have sleeping bag, will travel."
Actually, nobody says that. That's a stupid thing to say. Forget I just typed that. But bring a sleeping bag/air mattress/pillow/tent/RV/portable house with you anyway, because you'll probably need it.
Send a PM to either GuitarCozmo or me for directions to said debauchery.