Aaah, I missed wearing the Social Maven hat.
September 14 (Thursday) – Dinner with Dave Coustan – time and place as yet unknown – contact Alan G. or Maitri for more details
September 15 (Friday) – In the AM, Maitri ventures into the exurban wilds, i.e. Veterans in Metairie, and tackles Home De(s)pot to purchase items for Sunday’s and next weekend’s Wrangling Of Morwen’s Home.
September 16 (Saturday) – 7pm – The Big Easy Rollergirls present The ‘Aints vs. The Hor-Nots in a fight to the death at Mardi Gras World. “Live music by all-girl rock band Manwitch and MC Trachiotomy!” (Now, is that Manwitch or Manwich? I prefer the latter.)
September 16 (Saturday) – Late PM – Loki celebrates the 10th anniversary of his 30th year on Planet Earth. Contact The Humid One himself for details.
September 17 (Sunday) – AM – Help clear Morwen’s house in preparation for gutting.
September 17 (Sunday) – Noon-3PM – Visit Fahy’s in Da Quawtah to watch The Green Bay Packers crush The New Orleans Saints. Unfortunately, Brett Favre will not … I repeat, not … reprise his Gunslinger role.
September 17 (Sunday) – PM – Back to clearing Morwen’s house.
Anything else?
I feel bad about the GB NO game. I think it will either be Favre’s last time where he shows flashes of greatness and/or it might also be his final game as a starting QB. His offensive line seems almost criminally ineffective, and I very much worry for his safety. I think the Saints will win, and he will get sacked 3 to 6 times, and I hate to see that. The guy is one of the ALL TIME GREATS, and I deserves a more honorable final season.
I don’t think this will be a fun game for GB fans, like yourself.
If the Saints win on the sacrosanct land that is Lambeau Field, don’t bother talking to me about it for at least a month. Unless you want to be burned to sub-microscopic ashes by my fiery gaze, that is.
Noted, but you don’t need to sugarcoat your sentiments with me. Just come out and tell me.
(Also, you should remember that I still have your umbrella hostage– and it’s been raining a lot, recently.)
Jeffrey’s broke, but you work for a rich multinational…while I toil for a poor vestige ofthe small order of Vincentians.
So, you care to make a wager on said game? Doesn’t even have to be money. Embarrassment is fine by me.
Coward…
Oh, that. Do you think I’m not going to be embarrassed? It goes without saying.