From: TECRUS::WEISENBACH "Let's lynch the landlord! 24-Sep-1991 2034" 24-SEP-1991 20:52:31.79 To: @PIG.DIS CC: Subj: RSVP - Last Call! RSVP! RSVP! RSVP! RSVP! RSVP! RSVP! RSVP! RSVP! RSVP! RSVP! RSVP! RSVP! RSVP! RSVP! RSVP! RSVP! RSVP! RSVP! RSVP! RSVP! RSVP! RSVP! RSVP! RSVP! RSVP! RSVP! RSVP! RSVP! RSVP! RSVP! RSVP! RSVP! RSVP! RSVP! RSVP! RSVP! RSVP! RSVP! RSVP! RSVP! RSVP! RSVP! RSVP! RSVP! RSVP! RSVP! RSVP! RSVP! RSVP! RSVP! RSVP! RSVP! RSVP! RSVP! RSVP! RSVP! RSVP! RSVP! RSVP! RSVP! RSVP! RSVP! RSVP! RSVP! RSVP! *********************************************************************** WHAT: PIG ROAST '91 is Oktoberfest! WHO: You, friends, family. WHEN: October 5th! == Oktoberfest! (See the swine off at 10pm on the night before, then either stick around all night or show up around noon the next day) WHERE: Lynneee and Steveeee McCormick's house 220 Mechanic Street, Upton (directions will be in the next message!) HOW: EASY! RSVP, show up as expected, and bring a side-dish to share! (We'll supply pork and beer, you bring the desserts, munchies, and other alternatives!) ALSO: The alternate day for Canobie Lake for Hudson is the 13th. Skip the official day and drop by the Pig Roast! *********************************************************************** RSVP! RSVP! RSVP! RSVP! RSVP! RSVP! RSVP! RSVP! RSVP! RSVP! RSVP! RSVP! RSVP! RSVP! RSVP! RSVP! RSVP! RSVP! RSVP! RSVP! RSVP! RSVP! RSVP! RSVP! RSVP! RSVP! RSVP! RSVP! RSVP! RSVP! RSVP! RSVP! RSVP! RSVP! RSVP! RSVP! RSVP! RSVP! RSVP! RSVP! RSVP! RSVP! RSVP! RSVP! RSVP! RSVP! RSVP! RSVP! RSVP! RSVP! RSVP! RSVP! RSVP! RSVP! RSVP! RSVP! RSVP! RSVP! RSVP! RSVP! RSVP! RSVP! RSVP! RSVP! RSVP! Okay folks, the count is being totaled up and I need to know if you are coming or not. Actually what I need to know is whether you will come, and whether or not you will eat the sweetest, most mouth-watering pork this side of the Mason-Dixon line. Don't delay, since both the beast and brew will be ordered up this friday. I know I said last friday was the day, but I was a little confused due to the then pending equinox. It's now autumn by the way. A time traditionally celebrated by eating, drinking, and consuming the winter's food supply in one shot, just like the early settlers. Imagine yourself slaving in the fields all spring long, hungry from the long cold winter, turning over heavy wet soil whose cement-like qualities promise no bounty. The thin and sickly animals have no meat on them yet, and the young born to them will need to grow for several months. Then the heat of summer, when the crops wither and the fields burn. You survive by eating anemic rodents, and by gnawing on the roots of oak trees. Your animals and crops may survive the drought and disease, at least as well as you do. Finally, the shorter days of fall arrive. The crops are ready, the animals are set for slaughter. It looks as though you may finally start gaining on that federal farm loan. Your feeling pretty good, so why not invite a few hundred people over for a weekend blast before hunkering down for winter? Waking from the drunken stupor, fat and happy and cupboards bare again, you start the cycle once more. Now we don't have it as bad as the Pilgrims did in terms of draining vital resources for a final, end-of-season hedonistic blow-out. In fact I don't know why I brought it up. But like I said the equinox threw me a little. So nevermind and RSVP! The Pig Roast Oktoberfest home-brewed beer is, in a word, pretty awful. Just how awful? Decide for yourself at the Pig Roast.