Gentlemen,

(I use that term lightly because I am including a Sigma Chi in this e-mail who shall remain nameless)
The Summer of 1999 was the 150th anniversary that my Great Great Great Grandfather made the treck to America from Ireland. He landed in New Orleans and then ended up settling in Illinois.

Why in the world would I be telling you this....Well even someone with the math skills of Josh Parry or "Clauddelle" Hebron could figure out that 2000 would be the 150th anniversary of his first St Patrick's day away from the homeland. And would you know it....It just so happens to fall on a Friday.

I know many of you are on lock down and have been beaten into submission like a red headed stepchild (Mike, Steve, Murphy, Ari, DT (oh my bad) etc etc etc. I am giving you a months notice to do 3 things.

First and foremost we need to make plans. And I am not talking about Ari having party for all of his cousins and charging 10 bucks at the door. Nor am I talking about having a party in the box or what ever you are calling that place in L.A. and having no one show up.

Gentlemen we need to put our heads together and make this a good one. After all the Millennium St. Patrick's day celebration only comes but once every 1000 years.

Second Get you fucking trip slip signed. For Gods Sake I am giving you a month's notice.

Third.....Start hitting the thrift shops now for that costume of all costume. I would even propose that we put some money in a pot for the best St Patrick's day attire. I understand that some of us are claiming to have grown up. That is why I think we should be open to all suggestions. I hesitate to say it but maybe we could have a real party where women are invited. But then again........Mike Winn has thrown out the suggestion of a revival of the Moving Van escapade bar hop, cluster fuck, drunk fest, one of the best nights of your life round the valley titty bar tour.

The suggestion box is open "give me all you got"!!!!!

Let the bags begin!!!

Greg Thompson