Oh I see what's going on. Distract me with nice weather during the week prior to Frigid Bitch, and you think I'll neglect to send out the email. Well FORGET it. This is the crucial seventh month (seventh!) and your participation has never been more urgent. And I suppose you'd claim that you can think of something BETTER to do at 9pm on March 7th at Cafe Royale in the Tenderloin? No, no you can't; because you spend every Friday night sitting at home giving your cat a perm and learning to play the conch.
We'll be up on the balcony, just like last month; so don't go looking for us amongst the ground-floor tables. Also, bring a candle, because it's fucking dark up there.
Ta.
Sheila