As Jack Batty’s time in the Bay Area grows short, we need to have a gathering where we sing his praises and recount how he has touched our lives, touched our souls, touched our private parts gently while fooling around in a broom closet.
We should have guitars there. I’ll stumble through the 12-bar blues that he showed me while he solos endlessly in the key of E.
We should have beer there, and Jack can have my share, since I hate beer.
I am proposing Sat., Dec. 8 as the day to do it, whatever we choose to do.
Well, I am going to hug him, and kiss him, and call him George.
No?
Oh, blast. I can’t come anyway. I live too far away.
All the fun around here occurs without me. I am bereft. I am despondant. I am…going to go to wherever Jack ends up, next DopeFest. Where is THAT, honeylove?
Well, the eighth sounds just dandy (afternoon or evening preferred). I see no conflict with my Eternally Delayed Trip To Europe™ presented by this proposition, so I’ll give it the official Kiss of Death ® by saying that I shall attend.
What with the financial crisis having been resolved, not needing to work for two weeks, and also being mostly caught up on school work, I will have some actual free time on the 8th.
I have this nagging feeling that I am supposed to do something on the 8th, but until/if I figure out what it is, I’ll absolutely go. I adore Jack. I can’t even imagine a proper BADfest without him.
I’ve been a little absent from the boards for a while. Hell I’ve been a little absent from life for a little while.
As always, I’m up for any and all Dopefests.
Once I get back east (if I can actually swing it) I plan to carry on the attention whore tradition I so carefully cultivated from myself.
And with any luck I can get some sort of unofficial N.A.I.T.B.A.B.A.B.A.D.A. (Not Actually In The Bay Area But A Bay Area Doper Anyway) contingency set up for frequent Drinkfests.
Sincerely, the once and future king of carriage returns,
Well, I’m glad to see that Jack Batty actually saw the thread. I was afraid I’d have to just go ahead and e-mail him and say, “Hey, look in MPSIMS!” which would have been a little weird.