TequilaCon'06

Clasico

Psalm 69: "When I put on sackcloth, people make sport of me. Those who sit at the gate mock me,and I am the song of the drunkards.

Back when I played high school baseball we used to act superstitiously in order to keep the streak alive, as it were, such as by not having sex with our wives or wearing our Tarheel boxers every day until we lost, and no matter how many chicken heads we swallowed whole, the streak always came to an end.

But no one lets the small fact that superstion does not work get in the way of our superstitiousness. That's what being committed is all about.

So although Jill and Jenny do not know this, I made a pledge last year after TequilaCon'05: "I will not cut my hair until TequilaCon comes back around."

And wouldn't you know that it worked! And not only will TequilaCon'06 go down on April 22nd, but now I will get to join Jenny in that female bonding experience known as 'Oh, God, you held my hair in the toilet, I SOOO love you!'

You know, because my hair is long enough now. Although, to be candid, the nature of my hair is that it won't need to be held back, since its natural state is 'back.' But you could help a friend out by at least keeping it from touching the stall walls. I'll bring a seine and maybe a couple of oversized tennis rackets.

So at 7pm on April 22 bring your long hair, your sack cloths, your poor, your befuddled masses here:

Stout NYC
133 W. 33rd St., New York, NY
Between Sixth and Seventh Aves.
212-629-6191

And if you're in town and can't make it, just watch for me. Yes, NYC is big, but I'll be the only guy holding a map and a wad of fifties asking the homeless people where I might break change.

(ps - the moral of the story is 'Let me know if you're coming, so that I can add you to Jenny's list.')