Be advised, bitches.

An e-mail bearing this title was sent out yesterday. Man, you guys kill me and crack me up and make me miss you all at the same time.

All--
Davey finally convinced me: I'm rollin' through for 4 days over Labor day weekend [2-5]. I'll be busy, but save a slot for me if you're in and around Seattle then.
Kisses kittens,
--M

The responses in the order I received them:

"This bitch considers himself duly advised."
--Mark Huntsman

"Good!!! Be sure to bounce on my 3644 Cheaterberry lane!!!! INDEED!!!"
--Crystal Wren

"WORD!!"
--Lauren Morlock

"OMFG. I'm so there. I will write it on my damn calendar right now. XO."
--Meg Van Huygen

"Woo!!!! I can't fucking wait to see you. And yes, I would ADORE a Miranda designed template."
--Jennifer Gerking

"...just in time for the biggest party in seattle...dbb downhill X. 1000 - 2000 people, bands, bikes, kegs, all right here in georgetown (and the after-after part is at my house).Nevermind. Sam can't read. See you in SEPTEMBER. Not August."
--Samantha Oldfield

"It happens. See you in September"
--David Hodson

And for this trip, these are the things I promise:

1. No fighting.
2. No getting cars towed.
3. No sleeping with people I have no business sleeping with.
4. No fighting. With anyone.
4a. Even if they deserve it.

Can't wait to see you guys.
--M