Show Up 6PM @ MERCY BUSH PARK 513 BUSH ST. MOUNTAIN VIEW, CA

GARB: Green. Green. Shall I suggest...Green?

Ska-Skank and the rest of the Floridian contingent have been partaking with Strike 5's Alameda pub crawl tonight, so stepping up to post for them:

RAIN: It's allowed, I guess. I did not get a response from God, but I'm guessing he DOES read our H3 missives. Read? For those that did read (or dismissed) Strike 5's post on tonight's Fully Mooned pub crawl in beautiful Alameda (not to mention the tear-inspiring story of his famous relative Uncle Seamus), if you are afraid of rain, here is a fun idea: It's kind of like being taught new thinks as a kid (or dumb adult). Rain jacket. Don't have one? Garbage bag, two holes for arms, one for your head. I suggest you keep a spare in your car. Or for when you are ordered to do weekend roadside cleanup in those reflective vests, you criminals.

If you have a bunch of tards running around in green, or in Ska's case in a green bridesmaid dress, to cause a ruckus what better way and place to do that than in shopping areas, restaurant venues, parks, and places where parents think they're taking their little babies for nice peaceful Saturday strolls? "A ruckus? A ruckus you say?" I envision this could turn into a pub crawl, quite rapidly. Within walking distance there are hotels, homeless shelters and the police station (yes, yes, you CAN check your own self into a comfy cell; I suspect you'll even get Priority Gold status if you're belligerent and slur; also, pour some booze on your shirt).

ET
-Oh, and don't forget, we're invading East Bay again Sunday, as it's only just north of Fremont off I-680. Please note, I did NOT say "The 680". I hate that SoCal shite. "What is that? A new area code, like that 669 one were getting in Santa Clara county to expand "The 408"? OMG, so confused with numbers and acronyms and localized dialects. Why do they speak Japanese when travel to Japan? It's confusing. Confusing more to them when I speak it back. Germany. Getting better.

OK, stepping off ET's normal rambling, babbling high-horse now. "No, ma, I was only on the stepping stool to look for the canned Chicken Soup for the Soul".