Tuesday, May 25, 2010

In case you didn't know, I'm coming up on four years of blogging in July, which means three Memorial Day weekends have come and gone during my blogging career. During that time, I have not received a single, solitary cookout invitation from you people, and frankly I'm a little miffed about that.

I'd like to think that for four years, I've given you a taste of my life for 5-10 minutes(30 minutes for you slow readers) via this blog, and that's not easy. There have been times when I have absolutely bared my soul (a voluntary choice I know) and there have been other instances when I've recommended music, books, ass-kicking strategies, etc. I don't do this for money, for fortune and fame, or for fast women with ample bosoms. I do this not only because I love to write, but for the reactions to my writing. But, if I'm being totally honest with myself, I can readily admit that I also do this for cookout invitations. Allow me to make the case for myself.

As my main man Neil can attest to, I am a great person to have over in a cookout/party setting. I bring Chik-fil-A, I don't break things, I don't eat a whole lot, I drink responsibly, I compliment you on your book collection (or whatever you have interesting in your place), and I leave without being strongly urged to do so. Now I'm not too keen on socializing with others, but my fiancee is a great talker and she can work a room (that's why I'm marrying her) and so she will more than pick up the slack in that department. And to top it off, the next day, when you check my blog, I will shout you out and give you and your hospitality a glowing review in front of my 20 loyal readers. I mean seriously, what is better than that?

So all I ask (and I say I, because my lady thinks this approach is a bit tacky) is that you consider putting me on your cookout invite list. I'll make it worth your while. Let's work together to make this happen.

Thank you for listening.

Summertime in the LBC - Dove Shack

3 comments:

Chubbs said...

The day I move out of teeny-tiny apartment with-zero-outdoor-space, is the day your invite will be in the mail. Unfortunately, I can only accommodate the occasional wine-and-cheese part-tay.

rashad said...

chubbs,
I'm a wine drinker, so that's right up my alley my friend.

Redbonegirl97 said...

I would invite but by the time you get here my son will have eaten all the ribs. He has paid me to cook a full slab just for him and he will eat the whole thing in one sitting and is skinny as a rail.

Peace, Love and Chocolate
Tiffany