ribit wuz supposed to pass 'em out, but da queen has got such a strong chokehold on him dat she probably burnt all da invitations before they could get sent out. Sorry, Zim ... but, in between tequila shots, I did my best to pass along all y'all's love and warm wishes to da gals. I must admit ... I coulda used y'all's help when it came time for the mustache rides. I wuz pretty tuckered out after all da gals got a ride, but I managed to muddle through.


The essential American soul is hard, isolate, stoic, and a killer. It has never yet melted. ~ D.H. Lawrence