This year we plan on upping the amounts of everything ('cept the ice and vermouth) and shakin' up martinis for the masses at the same time, same day, at a reasonably similar location (we set up behind the Man last year so as to catch the Reverend Billy and the Stop Shopping Choir's performance, but we may be in front this year, who knows, just wander, you'll find us). So, for repeat offenders, same day and time; for those not in the know, Martinis at the Man will be on Thursday night starting at 8:00 pm Playa time.
So come on by and sidle up to the bar (folding table) and enjoy a liquid liquory libation (or three) with us as we shake our way into the night. I was pleased to receive one of my favorite gifts at last year's M@tM, my very first el-wire. An orange, 2-foot long piece that i plan to fashion into the shape of a martini glass to guide all you dry mouthed Burners to our oasis of icy, boozy refreshment. Look for it. I'll look for you.
One of the two disappointing things about last year's M@tM was the broken rib I suffered while drunkenly removing my cape afterwards in our tent. I stepped on our air mattress and tumbled sideways into the side of the tent. As if it were a wall, I put my arm out to stop my tipping\falling. Whereupon the "wall" of the tend just sighed away from my hand (as is it's wont) allowing me to fall sideways onto our huge open rubbermaid container that housed all of our clothes for the week. Well, in case you didn't already know, the force of a 180 lb body falling onto a roughly 1/2 inch wide sturdy rubbermaid container edging is approximately enough (or more than enough) force to break one's rib. The rest of my week was spent in Vicodin'ed, godihopeidon'tfuckingsneeze agony. In fact, it still hurts if I sneeze hard or sleep on it too long. So please don't be offended this year if I don't toast everyone who raises their cup to me. I plan on consuming at a VASTLY reduced rate this year.
The other thing I was a bit disappointed in about last year's M@tM was the fact that Bob didn't show up and scorn our choice of liquors. There's always this year Bob, stop by and say 'hi', and feel free to scorn away.
So, COME ON DOWN! Let's do our part to help reduce the amount of dangerous booze in the world by consuming as much of it as we can in an evening at this year's Martinis at the Man! Again, for those of you with S.T.M.L., we'll be shakin' 'em up Thursday night from 8 pm until the booze is gone, somewhere near the base of the Man. Look for the orange martini glass and slake that thirst!
Peace, Love and Light,
Dennis
