Oh

Yes, I forgot to mention, everyone should go see my band play tomorrow.
At UNCG, in the EUC, Multicultural Center, 9 P, Thursday, 4-14-05.

With that being said, my thanks to Kildoo for outfitting my level 49 Paladin with rockin' plate armor.

Engaged BISHES!!!

so yeah... i post...

i basically stopped posting when i acquired a girlfriend -- much to my joy (the girlfriend, not the ceasing of posts). but now i am back, since i am now engaged and i basically have it in the bag, i don't have to worry about doing anything sweet or spending time with her anymore :) lies... laura ellen wright is the most wonderful person in my life - and i wouldn't be keepin' it real if i said otherwise. with that out...

i play WoW (World of Warcraft) a lot... my character's are the shizznit. i am probably one of the best and most effective priests in my little gaming world. i also love cheese... and john... still... which reminds me...

i am getting married on august 13th of this year. if you can read this you are probably already verbally invited, and now it's in writing. this past year has been full of interesting events and new churches and lost friends and a gained fiance, so, eventful to say the least...

i end this with an ode to john:

fart poop kill chicken dork lavatory eraser purple plate lamp stink cat donkus



as for me... always keepin it real

Updates for the John Gregory Tribute Party

In an effort to excite potential party guests (like it gets much more exciting than throwing a party for our favorite Army hero), I will be handing out a free 8x10 John Gregory photo portrait to the first 10 ladies in the door. Now you can have your favorite wisecracker by your bedside every night as you fall asleep. Because the next best thing to John is a piece of glossy inkjet paper.

Also, remember, this is a BYOM event, so you must bring meat if you are a true American and celebrate your red-bloodedness like John would. Kildoo will be lending his grillmaster skills.

Pantslessness is optional but encouraged, to remember the brave and selfless sacrifice that Spc. John Gregory has made in defending our country's freedom and right to wear pants. Ladies remember, less than a hundred years ago, you couldn't vote, couldn't wear pants, and couldn't play league sports. John Gregory has changed all that. Remember him when you slip out of those pants tonight.

Anyway, just a friendly reminder that this spectacular event is only 15 days away and is expected to be one of the largest events in Greensboro's history, so be there. John will be with us live via satellite broadcasting from his apartment in Texas. Or at least, live via Ventrilo.

Oh, I almost forgot, there will be a raffle for the free date with John, details of the prize package to be determined, though it will probably have something to do with the internet and possibly even pennyarcade.com. Ladies, you are entered free in the raffle, guys can pay for a ticket, but it won't matter anyway because you'll just be putting the name of your girlfriend or sister on the ticket.
I'll be conducting the drawing for the raffle winner shortly after the dance party and longly after the grillerin'.

(I'm gonna burn for this, I know.)

1st Annual John Gregory Tribute Party

Alright, here it is. Spring is here, and the temperatures are warm and fuzzy. It has been roughly a year since John left for the Army and we ought to do him justice by throwing a party in his honor.
Since John has been unable to make it to most of our Greensboro functions for the past year, this event will be no different, save for one key difference: Though John will be gone physically, he will be here tributarily. The theme of the party will be John. As such, general lack of pants is encouraged, in recognition of John's brave, dutiful sacrifices to keep America free and pant-filled.

Also, this is a chance for us to throw another BYOM party, which was great, though THE MEAT WILL BE SECONDARY TO JOHN'S TRIBUTEDOM.
Tentatively this is going down April 23rd, a Saturday, at usual part time - 7ish so we still have daylight for burger cookin'.
We need you to bring yourselves, your meat, your love, but leave your pants at home!

Someone please slap me if this is a terrible idea.