October 13, 2003

G-Retreat.

This is not some bizarre governmental training camp. It's a place where impromptu sessions with the Closet Onions can and will happen, golf may involve climbing trees, hockey may involve dogs, the fragrance du jour is 'Eau de Pig Farm', Krusty did it in Burns Manor with the poisoned donut, biblical truths are imparted through Lord of the Rings analogies and snowboard wipe-out stories, and taxes is spelled without an 'e'. If none of this makes sense to you, you weren't there. If you're laughing and nodding your head, I want to thank you for being part of what was truly a fabulous weekend.

So... next year? Same bat time, same bat channel?

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