Bake Sale success story
Thanks to all who showed up and contributed to the Westward Ho! Gas Money Fund for Displaced Foosball Addicts on Saturday night. To those who partook but failed to contribute to the charity fund, I say only this: karma, punks.
After a gutwrenching game between the US and Italy - and an equally tense Trival Pursuit nailbiter that followed (and which I won, of course) - it was nice to finally get to see some of you who've been hiding in your caves of late. Oh wait, maybe that was me. Anyway, it was good to see everybody, and to those I didn't see...you'll either have to come to Tulsa this weekend for Summer Solstice or to Denver sometime before the end of the year. A special shout-out to the fine mothers of myself and H.H. Henningsen for the delectable baked goods and to Boulevard Bread Co for their gracious support.
After a gutwrenching game between the US and Italy - and an equally tense Trival Pursuit nailbiter that followed (and which I won, of course) - it was nice to finally get to see some of you who've been hiding in your caves of late. Oh wait, maybe that was me. Anyway, it was good to see everybody, and to those I didn't see...you'll either have to come to Tulsa this weekend for Summer Solstice or to Denver sometime before the end of the year. A special shout-out to the fine mothers of myself and H.H. Henningsen for the delectable baked goods and to Boulevard Bread Co for their gracious support.
2 Comments:
it was one hell of a time. fare well fellows!
now who is slacking on the posting? Boooo.
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