Tomorrow night I’m going to finally meet Mike, of Cold Fury – He’s coming to town for the weekend, and I’m gonna go catch his band play tomorrow night with a girlfriend of mine.
And for Saturday, we have loosely planned some kind of Mike and Sheila pow-wow. He has called it a “symposium”, involving alcohol, mild outbursts of insanity, shouting over the jukebox, and general merriment.
We also, basically, want to make fun of people who aren’t us.
At least that’s the plan.
However, one of my favorite sayings is:
How do you make God laugh?
You make a plan.
Regardless. Plan or no plan, looking forward to meeting the Cold Fury in person.
Give him a big wet kiss for me. On the lips.
Emily:
I most certainly will. “This here’s from the Bamacritter…smooch!”
“alcohol, mild outbursts of insanity, shouting over the jukebox, and general merriment.”
Sounds lovely. Have a great time.
And report back please. ;-)