Andy and I decided on Falling Rock after realizing that it had been a number of years since a couple of us were kicked out of the place; we’re pretty sure they’ve forgotten our sins by this point. And then Tara reminded us of the big beer festival downtown that will probably consume the entirety of most of the bars downtown. Which is when I noticed the whining helpful suggestion from Off Colfax and whining helpful complaining from Robert about how our locations aren’t diverse enough. Which seemed reasonable to me. After a quick consult with the Red Headed Master of the Universe, the Irish Snug was deemed appropriate for our needs. Hopefully, Robert will be able to find his mud pink skag and cheap hookers somewhere near the new location.

Which is to say, they have booze, will probably have room for us, and aren’t likely to kick anyone out until the party starts to wind down, anyway.

We’re starting early (4 pm) and drinking ‘til I’m all alone in the bar, crying in my beer, wondering where all my friends have gone.

You should come.

Given the short notice, we realize that it will be a hard sell for some of y’all, but it’s about the only free time some of us have before the holidays smack us straight in the face with a brick-like fruitcake. Ouch.

Now, go forth and spread the good word. Then leave your print here or at Andy’s to let us know that you’re coming. I will, of course, keep a running tally and throw a link to the RSVP’d attendees so that newcomers can get a grip on the sorts of oddballs (straight from the Island of Misfit Toys) who come to these things.

And, seriously, let people know that the event is coming up. Since they probably won’t notice my notice. If you know what I mean.

Update: While we don’t yet have a venue, we do have some confirmed attendees.

Extra-special Bash Attendee for Life, Mrs. Lady, won’t be there. But she gets a link, anyway.
Andy will be there.
Doug Sundseth, too.
Robert will be there (and he’ll be doing immoral and potentially illegal things, apparently).
Darren will be sticking with immoral.
Wheels will be there and Cheryl, too, if we’re lucky.
Tara has broken our hearts before, but my faith is unshaken.
Jed will be bringing high expectations. We worry that he’ll be disappointed.
Off Colfax is coming, and, damnit, he is bringing it. Or something along those lines.
We hope that Molly is coming.
Roger will be there. He’s drinking for the children. Or something like that.
Combs will be there. We ruled out drinking in the state of Kansas because we missed him so much.
I’m not sure if Extra L Billl will be there after his veggie slaughter. But I can hope.
Ali won’t be there. Which makes me sad on the inside (although Steve was kind enough to warn me).
Barney Moran will be there. Because he knows how special we are.
The Dating Dad will be there, and he’ll be behaving badly if his threats are to be believed.