The Porn Party vs. The Love Boat. Hmmm...

So, I've been trying to get in with Carly Milne, who writes a mean blog, and does wonderful humanitarian work through Pure Play Media along with her boss, Seymore Butts. So I chase this talented creature for what, like 6 months, back & forth. We're down to it. "What's the date, Carly?", I ask?

January 6, 2005.

Where am I?

Boarding Jamcruise 3.

Wait! Before I appear ungrateful...

I'm so looking forward to JC3 - really. I'm honored to be among the best company in the scene - artists like Karl Denson (another guy I want to open for), Galactic, STS9, DJ's Logic & Harry, Umphrey's McGee, Mofro, Keller - too many to name. I get an all-you-can-eat sushi bar, 24-hour room service, a beautiful boat, tremendous sunsets, international waters and a petting zoo (one of my favorite combinations), time spent with new & old friends, and some of the best music in the world...

Sigh.

So, I'll go. It could be much worse. I could be starting my training as an Assistant Manager of a Blockbuster Video or something (shudder...) on the 6th Of January. Then I guess I could complain, right?

So, alas, part of my heart (and other body parts) will be with you, Carly, in Vegas. Most of my parts will be on the boat, where I'll do my best to lose them...

Carly, the best of luck with your event. Don't take me out of your rolodex!