I am drafting the invites for the farewell party to be held on the 10th. I'm not posting the details here, because I'm not inviting everyone on my f-list. Some of you live out of town and, frankly, some of you in town qualify more as acquaintances and co-workers than friends. That's right: It's my party and I'll snub who I want to*. The job is slightly complicated by the fact that I have -broadly speaking- two sets of friends who don't intersect that much, which means if I'd delegated the invites to stuckintraffik or jolest's SO, some people would be left off the list, and that would be bad. I expect to have the invitations in peoples' e-mail boxes by tomorrow morning, the intarwebs willing.
Tonight I'm having another estimator over and then running downtown to catch the Rakehell crew in performance at the Bedlam Theater. You ought to come too - it's only $8 with your Convergence badge or the coupon.
*Yes, this is a Bored of the Rings reference, but unlike Dildo Bugger I am not celebrating my departure with crates of army surplus explosives. Lauren would be Very Unhappy, and this would be Bad.