Come by the warehouse today to say goodbye to our friend Jed.  He’s headed to New Orleans & Senegal for the next three months.

 SFSAS (The San Francisco Sazerac Appreciation Society)  and the Pwn Depot are proud to present our first-annual recompression party.  We’re pulling out all of the stops for this one (including sending out invites more than 24 hours in advance).

The Ganson Tribe in 2008

We’ve got tents!  Glowsticks!  Twenty-five shitty bikes!  Sand!  Booze!  Steve!  Glitter!

Tuesday, Oct 14, 2008, 6:30 PM-late.  Please dress in your finest playa wear, bring glowy things and your radical self reliance.  View the full invite (NSFW).

Welcome home*

*Don’t have any idea what we’re talking about?  No problem - just come by and we’ll get you drunk.

Unlike most sequels, this one won’t be shitty either (I’m looking at you Godfather 3).  So come over after 6:30, bring some beers or food and be ready to sample a Sazerac.

To the faithful (or unemployed and shiftless) who are already regulars: thank you.  To everyone else: you can f*ck right off.  Well, come to our party first.  Then frig off.

Oh, we’ve heard the excuses before:

“Who are you?”

Okay, maybe if you had a little too much fun last week you need a refresher.  We are the entire crew of the original SFSAS (Brendan, Lisa, Preston, and Jed, minus Mike and Julie, who are here in spirit), plus a few newcomers. Meet Jason Wolfe, computer genius.  Bei Jiang, chef extraoidinaire.  Matt Arnold, the baddest-ass bassoonist this side of the Atlantic.  And, last but not least, Steven Q. Bice, terror of fantasy football leagues from here to Mankato (bonus - he consults if you pay him in Mountain Dew).

“Why should I come by your dirty warehouse party?”

Because we’re awesome.  And we’ve got a hanging couch.  Plus, if you get drunk enough, you might get laid.

“But what about my job?  Isn’t Tuesday a little early for a bender?”

We will not dignify that with a response.  I pitty da fool.

We know you’re out there, so why aren’t you coming?  We’ve got all these snacks . . .

-The Gang

“The heathen are sunk down in the pit that they made: in the net which
they hid is their own foot taken.”

-Jesus H. Christ

We’re almost finished construction here at the Pwn Depot.  Come check out what we’ve (almost) built!

We’ve almost got a bannister for our stairs!
We’ve almost got netting to keep people falling off our loft!
We’ve almost got all the electrical boxes covered!
Bei’s almost got a door!

Help us celebrate 91 days without injury*.

Tuesday. 6:30 - ’til.

BYOB.

*Unless you count Randi cutting her finger off.

Please help us write the final chapter in happy hour history at this
weeks Farewell Happy Hour. As always, we will have beer and limited
food awaiting your arrival. Brendan and Preston will be flying
(likely hungover) to the the mid-west the following day, and we want
to make their trip away from the bay as painful as possible. Because
this is a sad occasion, proper mourning attire is suggested (black
veils optional).

But really, this is a celebration for all of our great friends, who
have made our Tuesday nights much more fun then Tuesday nights were
ever meant to be. So grab a friend, pick up a beer, and come on over.

See you at 6ish!

Deck the halls, get on a sleigh ride, check your list twice, don’t get run over by a reindeer, jingle your bells, hang your stockings, star your tree, start your engines, cook the roast beast, and roast your chestnuts.

We’ll have lights, holly, open fires, mangers, bad sweaters, fruitcake, jingle bells, santa hats, jesuses, marys, snowmen, elves, and tickle-me-elmos. You get to bring the presents. We accept gifts of goldschlager, frankincense and booze. Don’t forget the egg nog, boones & spiked cider.  You’d better not be a scrooge either, as Preston will be dressed up as the ghost of christmas present and will deal with you accordingly.

For those of you who don’t know, there will only be 2 more SFSAS events after this one, as all of us are moving away. SFSAS may continue this spring after we return from our travels.