six-thirty p.m.
Costume intact, I approach the Lager House and nearly topple from the crusty ice caps of the curb back into Michigan Ave. while carrying all my gear. I survive and enter the bar. I look like a pale impression of
Casimer, which was the point. I feel like a pale impression of my former self. I am conscious of too much around me,
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Anyway sweet post, it sounds like you're in a sweet band! Hopefully I'll be around to see you on New Year's, although I have logistical things to figure out. In any event, don't get too successful; I don't want you leaving GLMS.
Also, you should blog more.
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2. I'll likely never leave GLMS, we may take sabbaticals from time to time, but the core of the group has lasted almost a decade at this point and I don't think anyone is ready to cash in their chips just yet.
3. Perhaps...
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