Shit. Fuck. Shitfuck.
In 2004, I first registered on this board. I did so to advise someone against attending Bartender school.
However, someone called out all the recent n00bs, of which I was a class. That someone was a poster known as DrunkenJackFlask. I responded to his rant with a promise to bring the noise from the Northland.
That was the year of Con I. I was not able to attend, but I did get the number of a certain drunkard, and called him twice. I was therefore able to get reasonably accurate updates of the goings on in Vegas, along with Casino bellowing in the background "Turn your phone on, dude!"
Later on, when Barca reminded us of the importance of Sinatra Day, I called DJF, while the Chargers were playing an important tilt, and wished him happiness on that high holiday on the Drunkard calendar.
Meggie, I'm so sorry for your loss. I'm choked up now. Persevere, honey, I know you have enough strength to get through this.
"It is well to remember that there are five reasons for drinking: the arrival of a friend; one's present or future thirst; the excellence of the wine; or any other reason." -- Latin Proverb