Atlanta: Jump On It, Jump On It, Jump On It.

And so we come to it at last, the great weekend of our time.

The pieces are all in place.

Ms. Cutestory has left these shores. She has followed her people to the North, to the icy kingdom of Chicago, to partake in the annual ritual of bathing in the green-tinted waters.

Meanwhile, a conspiracy in the South has begun. The Spider landed in Nashville under cover of darkness last night. He has persuaded me to forsake the comforts of home and shall ride along side me in my silver chariot all the way to the mysterious land of Atlanta, to meet with the military warrior Tony, and the bean-counter Kevin.

There the FELLOWSHIP OF THE dRINkinG will renew its never-ending quest to keep the dream alive, to restore mirth and merriment to the galaxy...and perhaps answer that eternal question: "Who's Party? Bad Time!"

I'm glad they're all here with me. Here at the end of all things sober.