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Saturday, December 20, 2003 :::

Holiday greetings to all from here at Boondoggle central. I sit here having hardly moved from my beloved green chair all day, still waiting for the bleeding-from-the-ears hangover to subside. You see, last night was the annual Boondoggle Christmas Party, and it is entirely possible that it was the best ever. I qualify that because my recollection of all others is hazy at best.

The concept is that each year the three of us, our spouses, and those friends of ours who have supported us the most during the previous year get together and drink enough to make the Seventh Fleet fail a breathalyzer test. And the meal is cooked by the band members (except, of course,
dessert by Dannal, another annual tradition). My last memory of last night was of all of the non-smokers standing on my back porch smoking cigarettes with Johnny. I think I smoked mine with my nose. It seemed like a good idea at the time.

And last night's soiree also probably got a little out of hand because of the unexpected undoing of a certain significant turn of events. We had sort of kept this under wraps, but our beloved and irreplaceable bass player, John "Porkchop" Malone, was due to move to Philadelphia, PA the day after Christmas. He was going to fly in to do a show or two in 2004, but this would obviously have put a bit of a crimp in our ability to make beautiful music together. We learned last week that, for various reasons we won't go into, Johnny is now staying put. Which was a relief, not only because it gave The Boondoggles a new lease on life, but because Billy and I didn't know where we were going to come up with the crystal meth and child porn that we were going to plant in Johnny's desk at his new job up North. Again, it seemed like a good idea at the time.

So what was shaping up to be an Irish wake turned into a bit of bacchanal instead. And an opportunity for us to again reflect on how much we love this band and each other. We also took note of the fact that, in a mere eight weeks, it WILL NOT be Mardi Gras in Pennsylvania.

Go us.

Merry Christmas and Happy Holidays from the three of us to all of you, and may the fortunes shine on you as they have shone on us.


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