It's Getting Classy In Here

Fellow kings, queens, sovereign rulers, and to all the emir's, sheikh's, sultan's and maharaja's!


Greetings to all.
That is all.
Goodbye


Your's in Classiness


-David Macias


P.S. This last Wednesday night turned out to be an eventful, entertaining and provocatively enticing evening. A group of Collegedale's classiest men and women summoned to the humble abode of Sir David Moore for an hour or festivity and subtle soiree.


I do have a few words to say in regards to those in attendance. I am impressed by your turnout, week after week. We are consistently having more attendee's than there were candlesticks at Jon Creech's Bar Mitzvah. I will address the "Jon Creech" issue in a little. I commend you all for your fearsome dedication and colossal diligence to the finer things of life.


I do have a few honorable mentions for this Wednesday's meeting. We had the honor of inviting a new guest into our home. The man who birthed David Moore himself, (which must have been quite a chore), was in attendance. We welcome you Lord Evan, and wish you to join us more often (or was it edgar or possibly ebony?) Sir Jonathan Sackett made his groundbreaking second appearance in a row, and was dressed quite exotically. The only thing that his extravagant outfit lacked was a siberian tiger on a leash. I would also like to commend Bethany Hartman for having the forethought to dress up for the occasion, and to grace us with her war stories.


Now to the grandest part of the minutes: the reprimanding! Oh where do I start, the offenses are so many. Maybe I should start at the easiest issue to address: Jon Creech - You're Fired!


Countess Anisha was also absent, and nobody knew why. It turns out that she was participating in the revelry and carousal of a pagan festival called Carnival. In the end it is Anisha's loss, because the word carnival finds its origin from the latin expression "carne vale", which means: "farewell to meat." Does this mean that she can no longer suck upon the tender flesh of Johnny's neck?


Somewhere in the royal palace in St. Petersburg, Russia, someone flushed a toilet and it seems Karolina got sucked in. She is nowhere to be found. No phone-call, no e-mail, not even a postcard from the icy depths of what turns out to be her dorm room. If anybody has any news concerning the whereabouts of Karolina please contact the FBI, or just comment on this blog.


Deanna and Lis where also absent, but they had a legitimate excuse. They were curled up next to a poster of Arnold Schwarzenegger, mourning the impending loss of David Moore's appendix. Or is it his tonsils?


This wraps up this week's minutes into a nice little burrito.
Ciao


-david