umm, mike? helllllo? would you be so kind as to PM me yer gotdamn contact info? a phone number, mayhaps? see, the odds of my being able to crash the jolly festivities upon my return from icon-yukon-weallcon-for-bacon are greatly improved by my being able to, like, call you up and, ohhh, i dunno, find yer ass or something. i'm not exactly gonna have the chance to check EVERY subway outlet in town, am i? please respond in timely fashion; i.e., when i am post-highway yet pre-a_rplane/prepreship, meaning, well, now.
p.s. if mike flakes out and misses this, would someone/anyone else involved PM me their gotdamn contact info?
p.p.s. oh, and mike? did you not take any pics of sloop with fried osyters for garters and beignet snow in his hair? where are they? YOU ARE FALLIN DOWN ON THE JOB, BITCH.
p.p.p.s. i'm just gonna work from the assumption that everyone has already eaten at commander's, cuz if they haven't, it's... it's... just too much for my being to handle. do i need this right before i face the evil aero-menace? i think not.