I've already mentioned how much fun the Fish Fry was. I've been thoroughly
gushy with appreciation for all you Drunken Biker Scum. It's time to put
my honey where my mouth is, and tell Carol that we're having another party:

It was so much fun I've decided to do it again, only this time with goat.

If you can read this
you are invited to wetLeather's

THIRD ANNUAL
(Geez, this's like Deja Vu all over again)
SUMMER SACRIFICE and GOAT ROAST
Saturday, June 15th, 5:00 PM

(You're welcome to show up earlier, but we won't give you any food, and you'll
probably be drafted to turn and baste the goat.)


A cute fuzzy animal with big brown eyes will give its life for our fleeting
pleasure. We'll also do brutal things to potatoes and maybe some corn and
any other vegetables that I take a sudden dislike to. The usual amounts of
beer will be provided, and we promise to do a better job on the soft drinks.

Bring yourselves, bring your families (if they're not too squeamish), bring
stuff to eat and drink if the menu looks suspicious or you happen to have
a particular skill with things sweet, rich, and chocolate. (The grill will
be available if any of the goat impaired wish to bring an alternate source
of animal protein.)

As a courtesy to the other guests, please limit solstice rituals to those
that can be performed clothed and that are survived by all participants
(except, of course, the four-legged one).

We haven't named this one yet, and "Hapless Victim" may be a bit too formal
("Pardon me, mister Victim, I have this spit, if you'll hold still for just
a moment..."), so if anybody has a suggestion for a name for our guest of
honor, email me. (If we think of a prize, it'll be a contest.)


Same place as last time, which, if you carelessly delete your mail when you've
finished using it, can be found thusly:

[directions snipped...]

It's the green house on the southwest corner of the intersection, on your left
after the left turn. It can be easily recognized by the state of the lawn,
which is suffering from a sudden failure of its roto-tiller (imagine the
results of someone thoroughly drunk, passing out in the middle of shaving
with a dull razor...)