The feather-boa-wearing Soupbone rarely makes public appearances, and for some reason thinks that I am his communication outlet to the world. He is throwing a party Friday, August 29 at Dragon*Con in the Hyatt. The room number, he tells me, is not yet known because "the mans" is trying to block his job placement efforts for wayward young ladies.
Last year at Dragon*Con, J.C. Hutchins and I attempted to throw a party, called "Podcast Pimps & Hoes Party." I should have known that would bring trouble, and it did, in the form of my cousin Phineaus from New Orleans. The party degenerated into a debacherous debacle. Bad things happened. Hutch won’t discuss it, and he still gets the shakes when he sees a bottle of tequila. I wouldn’t know, as I turned in early that evening after I read to the children at the local orphanage.
This year’s party is called "Podcast Pimps & Hoes II: The Wrath of Bone" and I have nothing to do with it. Like last year’s party, proper pimp, ho, thug, mobster, gangsta, and/or playa attire is strongly encouraged (and yes, there will probably be a pirate DJ again this year). Flash your grille. Hold up that jewell-encrusted chalice. Pop that sequined collar. And if you are one of those home-brew mobsters, prohibition is long dead so bring it on.
Soupbone also wants to let all ladies know that if you are, and I quote, "interested in some sexy career oppahtumities," he will be happy to speak with you about a lucrative contractual arrangement.
I will be at Dragon*Con on Saturday, after Soubone has cleared out of town (or been arrested, or been shot by a jealous husband or rival pimp).