Mine eyes have seen the glory, and yours are about to.
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Cali, Frisbee, and I met up with the peripatetic (and sniffly) Specklet in SF's Mission District this evening.
Wish y'all could have been there, but you weren't. Sucks for you.
[By the way, we were treated to visual proof of the "glory that is Specklet's breasts." You should all hope to be so lucky someday.]
A word about the shout-outs -- and specifically, the lack thereof. A collective decision was made to shout-out collectively, since none of us wanted anyone's feelings to be hurt by the inevitable memory slip.
So, collective shout-outs are
here.
There were a couple of exceptions: Matteo, because of a specific kindness he showed to Specklet. Kenko, because he wanted to join us but couldn't. And Dodgy and Taz because, goddammit, they deserve it.
I made a list last night of all the shout-outs I wanted to squeeze in. If you're wondering whether your name was on it -- yes, it was. If you're wondering whether you'll see your name on a pumpkin, a bumpkin, or on Specklet's hooters, you won't.
I'm sure you'll agree that the UberShoutOut, sent to all of you with much love and snorking, is mighty fine.
And, apologies for the photo quality. We needed a DaShiv, but we couldn't find one.