The 2010 Gentlemen's Club "IN" Crowd

Rick S:
Dear Mr Toddson,

Your message has made it's way to me while on a train from Hong Kong to Szhenzhen, China. I will immediately adjust my course and begin my journey to Huckleberry island. I trust that I will make it in time to join in the full period of festivities.
During the course of my travels, I will be in search of the world's finest tequila.
I trust that the earth finds all in harmony and peacefulness.

I’ve found a yummy treat while in China. The Worms Black on Sea Slug are delightful (and go well with the Mescal tequila worms). I’m bringing a few containers for you to flavor up w/some of your special sauce on the island. I was quite surprised to learn that the Chinese think that snails (escargot) are disgusting. Nathalie, my French wife, will be disappointed to learn this (she has a great recipe, would you care for me to bring it)? The Chinese are also offended that Westerners think that they eat dog; “that’s the Koreans who do that”. I’m on my way to Korea now. Would anyone like to put in a request? Chihuahua? Pekingese? Not sure how well the meat will keep; but Dan I know you can do wonders with that grill…


Gus Mesopotamiaskolopis:
Count me in. Hope every one is well and looking forward to seeing all


Romeo:
I am looking forward to it! And, yes I will bring the house, a roll of Bounty and a spray bottle.

Cenk:
Todd and gentlemen,

Very excited to see the plans about the Huckleberry Island. Count me in, I am ready for the 2010 pilgrimage!! I am starting a new job this Monday. I will be arriving Saturday and departing Sunday since I don't believe I can take any days off from new workplace in June.

Look forward to seeing you all. Cenk Picture from 2007



Doug L.:
Illustrious Group Members:

Given my weak qualifications, I am hoping to join your midst for that weekend on the basis of nepotism, having inherited Larry as a relative by marriage.

Tequilla and I have a long and storied past. In the early 2000's I rode the 2 train from Brooklyn to the end of the line in the Bronx and back tot he other end in Brooklyn, passed out after a x-mas party filled with shots.

Turning several years later, a Hearts game, which required a shot every time you ended up with the dreaded queen of spades, resulted in in interesting night speaking with my old porcelin friend.

Ata friend's bachelor party, I was roused from a street stoop by a cop who had taken my wallet from my pocket...another tribute to mr tequilla

When I graduated from college, my only salable skill was beer pong. I plied that trade for many years, but never made it off the sattelite tour.

None of this, I realize measures up tio the high standards of this group. Yet by apprentiucing at the feet of the best, my hopes are to raise my game to a higher level.

Ken B.: Count me in!