A Belated Happy Birthday

A belated Happy Birthday to Michelle.

Things learned at the Brickskellar last night:
Ed can dance. (not objectively observed---reported)
Pat cannot. (same validation criteria as above)
Russell is a master carpenter.
Michelle knows English beer.
LT's commute sucks.
Caryn can bake, though Anne is still probably more the team baker.
Aaron should not be allowed to make cuts.
Paul is in charge of a whole lotta passports.

Fans

so I've been thinking, we need more fans. We're playing sectionals a mere 20 miles from our homes and beds...and those of the folks who care about or love us.

I propose that we each try and convince a few folks to make the trek and watch some high level ultimate...and cheer us on while we debut the Big Red Death Machine in all its machine-y glory. Let's see if we can get some fans to accompany us to Sectionals.

Now, as I write this I realize that it'll be a hard sell, but that's what guilt and sexual favors are for.

ps. I will take the lead on this and will bug my friends, though almost none of them have cars and most are, frankly dead tired of listening to me talk about ultimate. But, ever one to put his money where his mouth is, I'll be bugging friends and acquaintances, co-workers and strangers about coming to see us. And I'm new to DC...y'all with a few years here should certainly be able to out recruit me.