There Are A Lot of Roads to Boston. This Is One of Them.

Matt Smith.

Two words: August 26th. Technically speaking, I suppose that's one word and one hyphenated word, but I'm not picky. Are you?

What's August 26th, you might ask? Well, even if you're not curious in the slightest, I'll tell you anyway. Because that's just the type of overachieving, annoying, artsy-fartsy person I am. Yup. All of that. And then some.

August 26th just HAPPENS to be the date of my fundraiser/party/going-away wonderfulness that will be held at the Square Cafe in Regent Square. Of course, I don't know what TIME the whole thing is going to kick off (and by "kick off" I mean "start," not "die"), but that can be solved later.

"What can I do?" you ask? (I thought you'd never ask.)

You can write me a catchy sketch or two that might be performed that night. You can find ways to entertain and amuse all of our mutual friends on that evening. You can write a song to be accompanied by air guitar. You can create a puppet show that involves both lightbulbs and garden hoses. You can lip sync to "Freebird" while standing on your head.

Or... y'know... you could just show up and buy a beer or two.

It's going to be truly kick-ass. (And that's only because Gab Bonesso will be performing.

Oh. And that thing about the lightbulbs and garden hoses? Yeah. Um. It's already on the bill. So get to stitching, Sparky, and I'll bring the puppet theatre.

Word to your mother,
Meredith