I’ve got plenty to write about. Seriously. It’s going to take me a week to write out everything that’s happened to me in the last three weeks. And I’ll get to that soon, but first, with apologies to Bob Dylan, here’s my latest Trivia Night email invitation. Enjoy!
Come gather ’round Hotties
wherever you roam
and admit that the waters
around you have grown
and accept it that soon
we’ll only talk on the phone.
If your time with us
is worth savin’
then go to Trivia Night
next Wednesday night
for the times, they are a changin’.
Come Dorie and Adam
with your wedding plans
on the eve of your move
to the Carolina sands.
We would all love to see you
‘fore the goodbye hugs and
we regrettfully start
the sad wavin’.
Come lend a hand
and our win will be grand
for the times, they are a changin’.
Come Sarah the L
back to central Vermont.
Leave that new job
you’re not sure you still want
and return to the Thrush
to help as we taunt
all the other trivia teams
that are fadin’.
The Hotties lost then
but next week they’ll win
for the times, they are a changin’.
Come Eric and Tara
and bring your mom, too.
Pull up a chair
and have a Thrush brew.
The Hotties aren’t complete
without all of you.
The Trivia Night battle
will be ragin’.
It’ll turn the Thrush Tavern
into the Thrush Zoo
for the times, they are a changin’.
The line it is drawn,
the e-mail is cast
and as usual Benchly
isn’t mentioned till last.
And the present now
will soon be the past.
We Hotties are
rapidly agin’.
And this Trivia Night
could be our last
for the times, they are a changin’.
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