A Little Housekeeping...

Beth: (walking in) geez- who left this mess in here? Spats, did you leave all these boxes and t-shirts... and stickers and mousepads... in here? Where did all this stuff come from?

Spats: (peeking out from behind a box) the Cafe Press store. I... uh... ordered a few things...

Beth: a few things? Did you leave anything for the other attendees?

Spats: well... uh... they said they'd make more.

Beth: ... anyway... Time to do a little admin housekeeping for the party. It's only 4 weeks away.

Spats: you're not going to do that freak-out, panic mode thing, are you?

Beth: Not yet... maybe later...

OK... here we go. A few memos/requests/questions from Southern Command:

First, old business:

• Everyone get everything done on the checklist?

• Did you order your official gear?
  

New(ish)business:

• Are any of you driving in from out of town? If so, are any of you interested in carpooling to/from Dallas? (This does not necessarily commit you to providing transport while in Dallas- just to/from)
• Any of you interested in cutting down on expenses by sharing a room with another attendee? (No, I cannot guarantee that your roommate won't snore)
• Any of you from the D/FW area willing to help out carpooling some of the out-of-towners who either don't have a lift or who are uncomfortable with the idea of driving in the same area code as the Mix Master? (I have a minivan, and we're thinking about renting a big van, but... some back-up might not be a bad idea)
• Flying in? We still need to know where/when to pick you up.

Definitely new business:

• I talked to someone from Billy Bob's. I need a pretty definite headcount to see if we can do the group rate for the Chris Cagle concert. I also need to know if we want to do BYOF (BUY, not bring, your own food) or if we want to do some catered stuff. PLEASE e-mail or leave your count/preference on food in the comments. (They have all-you-can-eat buffets and/or hors doeuvres trays.)

That is all for now... we are now at 30 days and counting...

Spats: 30 days? Thirty days!?!?!?!?!?!?!?!!!!!!!!! AAAAAIIIIIIIGGGGGGGGHHHHHHH!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!! (starts shoving t-shirts back into boxes)

Beth: and he thinks I panic? yeah, right... whatever...