My unfortunate change of plans: I can't go to the Mermaid Parade tomorrow.
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A friend of mine called last night, desperate for a replacement stagehand for Saturday's and Sundays performances of the play Joe and I were talking about yesterday. Because I believe in Che more than I believe in myself, and because $100 doesn't grow on trees (or on giant kelp), I won't be able to go to Coney Island and cheer the fishies.
I'm sorry, TPS, and anyone else who was thinking of meeting me there. But I command you to go in my stead and make twice as much noise, for I love our underwater friends, especially the Daryl Hannah lookalikes.
(A few non-mechanism friends of mine will be there, at least one of whom jonmc has met before; if anyone wants to meet friendly strangers, drop me a line or if you have my number, call).