Only a handful of you understand the photo I posted to start this post. But that is okay. You might understand in a few weeks, or you might just be even more confused.
Here is the information that you need to know. My personal Edith Head, my personal staff man, my personal Torgo, my personal technology team, and my personal photographer are hard at work currently devising invitations for my birthday gala.
That is right! After a several year hiatus… it is back!
After consulting, friends, family, a gopher, a toreador, my personal astrologist, a numerologist, a phrenologist, Hoodie Club, Nature Squad, Friday Night Supper Club, and vape nayshe I have settled on a date for this event.
So this is sort of a “save the date” only, believe me, I would never be so presumptuous as to ask somebody to save a date. This would be more like a consider this date. Or don’t. I understand that you have to live your life and walk. I would expect nothing more and nothing less, from you my friend.
What can you expect at this event (besides my arrogance)?
Well, details are being hammered out.
However, there could be such fun activities as:
Food from an award winning barbecue team.
Food! From other sources. Like my Mom.
Keg beer! Of the root vintage.
Cornhole! No horseshoes.
Music. Most of it clean! At least 63%.
A Christopher D. Bennett trivia game. Winner to get a semi-fabulous prize. You better start trying to figure out my favorite band… now!
Other people! (Maybe. After people see the invitation, it just might be you and me. But if its the right you and the right me, that’s cool.)
A photo booth! With props?
A new firepit! (Don’t bet on this one.)
A finely manicured lawn!
A bounce house. (I mean stranger things have happened.)
Convenient parking! (Unless more than 3 of you show up.)
Zero pressure to RSVP!
So keep your mailboxes peeled on your eyes for the invitation of what will surely be one of the biggest events at my house that month!