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It was good finally meeting ya and I think I can say in all honesty a good time was had by all, John...in fact, you even got to see the Mad Dance of the Demonstrative Digit as performed by the Mystic Seer himself.
We still can't figure out when he's gonna have a Mystic Vision, though. It's gotta be the bloooberries.
I do have a sneaking suspicion, however, that Mrs. Mike has declared a jihad on him and he may currently be under house arrest. It's not easy being a Tribal Visionary.
There was a real lack of plug hoing, which was odd, but I suspect that was out of respect to the spirit of the holidays - of course, I never let that box of new flies outta my sight the entire time I was there, either.
No doubt as the winter wears on there will be more meetings - the one thing you did miss was Senor Habanero stuffing a venison sausage in his pantalones. And I do have one left, so you may yet see it. I gotta admit, The Incident with the Fish kinda scared me...
Hey, and as far as having MA as your previous address before joining the Alliance...well, everybody's gotta come from somewhere. And some of them Sand People ain't really bad folks, ya know.
Good to see ya -
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