An unidentified District President enjoying an election
Cally wrote: "This will come in handy this year for all of the upcoming district conventions. (General, I know you're saddened that you'll miss that while out to sea.)"
Boo hoo. Ha!
Troops, I have a "doctor's excuse." Church conventions are like erections - if they last more than four hours, see your doctor, or else you could go blind. I know guys who were so desperate that they were drinking the fuel from the Sterno cans in the banquet rooms just to kill the pain.
Me, I'm always prepared - which is what I learned in the Scouts. And if they had a merit badge for finding ways to smuggle in hooch, I'd a had that one.
So no, I will not be at this or any convention. And you young fellas that have to go, you need to drink. If you're smart, you will being your own in a hip flask, thermos, or (Lord, have mercy) one of those homo Starbuck cups. Be prepared, troops, or else you may have to resort to busting into the hotel maintenance closet and downing paint thinner. And there is one silver lining in having the broads on the convention floor - you can always find a bottle of nail polish remover to "huff." Some of the hippies were doing that back in the Seminex days.
Be innocent as serpents and wise as doves, however that goes. And remember, Vodka looks like water.