Further...

Alright, signed up for our tickets. Now the rest of you, wash the beer and tequila stains out of those old flowered shirts and get signed up.

If you don't do this, you'll regret it for the rest of your sad, brutish and short lives.

Here's the response from The Middle One:


Thanks for signing up for the show! It's going to be a lot of fun.

Do you know anyone else who might be crazy enough to fly halfway across the
country to watch three old guys drink tequila? If so, please let them know
about the gig!

We'll let you know more details as the date approaches. Little things like
how to find the club, where to get dinner, stuff like that.

We'll also let you know when we've sold enough tickets to cover our costs.
Please don't make any non-refundable travel reservations until we do. We're
hoping to have this nailed down by the end of July.

Thanks again for indulging our middle-aged fantasies (well, one of them).
And please spread the word!

WAHA!


And here was my response:

Halfway across the country? Piffle. John, we flew halfway across the PACIFIC to get a Wa-Ha fix. The only way we would ever go is on a bar that flies! :)

Jeepers, Lorenzo, I blogged it:

http://empireofthesenseless.blogspot.com/



wait... to WATCH three old guys drink tequila? I thought this was an interactive event. I hope you've brought enough to share with the entire class, young man!



Speaking of middle-aged:

you gents had the incredible foresight and unbelievable graciousness to arrange this event on my 44th birthday (well, the day after. Close enough; let's not quibble). Thank You! what a thoughtful gift!

Not that this would have any impact on the event. I can't imagine how.



Consider the word spread. The Hawaii crew is already looking at arrangements. Although as usual, some of the Wisconsin inmates are scared of direct sunlight, and manage to dredge up excuses to avoid a trip to warmer climes.

I don't understand it.