One would think ten consecutive years of perfect attendance would be worth something. Perhaps even the right to vote on future event dates? Wrong. In this Lord of the Flies world in which we’re living, this is simply not reality. Should you lay down a 10-year stretch of perfect attendance in today’s world, you’ll get nothing and like it. That’s just the way it goes.
Such disrespect would usually not be worth noting. When said disrespect coincides with computer crashes, blown deadlines, unhappy clients, garage sales, dog surgeries and block parties, all conventional wisdom goes flying off the proverbial colonic rock. When this happens, you dig down deep within your personal stock of constitutions for the proper reaction.
Common sense would tell you that, when met with this conundrum, you tuck your tail and cower in the corner of isolation. Your standard issue sissy would certainly not consider what I have considered. Your average dipshit would certainly not disregard what I have disregarded. Your ordinary mortal in my shoes would never utter these words….
“I’M IN.”
I don’t understand what the big deal is! None of the issues you list will bother you while “relaxing” off of SUGAR. This year is no different than any of the ten before. For ten years the phrase “so what date is next year going to be on?” is mumbled from the funnel and the response is always the same, “shut up and take your three”. If you would like to introduce some planning, more power to you, hell you can set the date next year. The only thing that matters to me is that YOU are in attendance.
All I saw was blah blah blah, I’m a big fat pussy!