"So Drunk in the August Sun" 2008 -- Plan Now

The Mutiny Coordinator Strikes again! If anyone needs Schmubb's phone number to register, let me know. I plan to be the first to call.

I'll likely not be in the sun, since it's the dorf, but I will be there. Join me!

Straight from Schmubb's email...
Hello friends, family, comrades, and fellows,

Let me take you back in time to the year 1999 (I think) to a hot, sunny day in Huntsville, Alabama at the intermural fields of University of Alabama in Huntsville. Our heroes are Elliot "The Uusticle to the Buusticle" Wright and Schmubb "Schmubb" Sieja. They decided to sit in the fields, bask in the rays of our 2nd favorite cancer agent, and proceed to get blasted. While doing this they were listening to a certain Pavement album by the name of "Crooked Rain Crooked Rain." All of a sudden the song "Gold Sounds" found its rotation and we notice that Steven Malkmus sings "so drunk in the august sun blah blah blah..." and we immediately (and quite cleverly, I might add) notice that we are living the song. We, too, are so drunk in the august sun. Like Thomas Edison, Eli Whitney, and the founder of the "Miracle Blade 2000" (for that matter...the "wanker 3000") we realize that we have just founded the first "So Drunk in the August Sun" Party.

In the summer of 2002, by another (yes, another) stroke of genius, Crayton "The Dirty Hippie", "Ice Cold Tone", "The Fat Man" Harrison and Schmubb "Schmubb" Sieja decided to revive this tradition and have every year since gotten drunk while basking in the sun of Dallas, Texas. This year will be no different. We are planning on sitting outside drinking beer, playing man-opoly, and perhaps watch cars drive by all day. That day will be Saturday, August 30, 2008.

Now we can't expect you to come to Dallas to join us in these shenanigans (nor do we want all of you here...I mean, where would you all sleep?), but we do want your distant participation. WE WANT YOU to aid us in the quest of making this party, and the song's relationship with it, go global. We want this holiday to surpass that stupid holiday celebrating that guy in Ireland getting rid of all the snakes. What a dumb thing to celebrate. We want a celebration of celebrating nothing. We want us all to focus on what's should be at the forefront of all of our brains, sitting around in the sun, sweating, and getting drunk.

So, here's what we want you all to do. On that Saturday in a few weekends, we want every one of you to spend an hour, two hours, or all day out on your porch, your lawn, a bar patio, or whereever outside drinking a few beers (and/or drink of choice). Then we want you to call or text Crayton or myself and let us know how much fun it is to be lazy and do nothing but poison yourself. Crayton and I have an over/under bet on how many people we can get to do this. We're not going to tell you who bet what, but a reach around* will be the prize for the victor (*note, by "reach around", I mean "a cold beer paid for by the loser").

You don't have to RSVP...but you can if you want. If you have any questions, email, mail, or call your local attorney general.

cheers
-Schmubb