He made it this time,
he's here, and it's on.
As if the volume between the two of us wasn't loud enough,
our friends Todd H and Ryan hooked us up with some brass.
A trumpet arrived in the mail a couple days ago,
and a tuba was delivered tonight after dinner.
A fucking tuba.
We don't know how to play, yet,
but he's here a whole week.
And we're not stopping till we have it figured out,
or Meryl's ears bleed.
Louderhorn Inn, indeed.
It's going to be the fullest of weeks.
Before Albie arrived,
before I even left for work,
this went up on my street.
Bets are being taken on how long it might stay up...
My guess is six months.
