How about a summer BBQ my SoCal friends?  A little pre-Chicago warmup?  

I just know you're all atwitter as to what changes have occurred at my house.  Some things change while some things stay the same.  An even bigger bonus is that the racetrack is almost complete, but still raceable.  You'll most likely be roped into racing or recording the race, by my husband, but apparently that's fun for some people.  Who knew?

As usual, we'll provide meat and drinks, all you need to do is bring a side dish and/or dessert.  If enough people show, I may even make some gumbo.  (Side note to shayera: Even though we didn't get to eat the macaroons you made at the party, they were finished off that weekend by my husband and two friends who thought they were the most delicious macaroons they had ever had.)  

The day is here.  Almost.  Can you feel the excitement?  

The meetup is tomorrow at my place.  Email me (fabooj [at] mail [dot] com) to get directions.  

I'm ready for this, the first BBQ of the year at my new house.  And even though the hole is still in my wall, you'll be able to say you saw it when.  You'll also be pleased to know that other beautification projects I've done for you guys:

1.  My bathroom is painted and it's regal!

2.  I got plants in my back yard and most of them are in the ground.

3.  Patio furniture.  

4.  I finally have patio furniture.

5.  We have some patio furniture and it has cushions!

6.  I also have a pool.  It's not a big pool and you can't actually swim in it, but if you wanna foot dunk, we could probably hook you up.

7.  Did I mention the patio furniture?  There's an umbrella involved.  Seriously.

So, we haven't had a meetup in forever--a year since the last one I've been to.  So in my ego-manical world, that means there hasn't been a meetup in a year here in Los Angeles.  I mean, I went to San Francisco in December, just to attend that meetup.  Mentioning that puts the pre-emptive 'shhh' to anyone who's ready to complain I live too far.  

I got a new house, I've spent this whole weekend making (a small section of) my backyard look almost pleasant and if enough of you agree to show, I'll even patch the ridiculously large hole in my laundry room.  Ya'll know what that means.

That's right:  It's potluck time!

Who: MLWers/Kossacks/BooTribbers/Street Prophets/Political Cortexians desirous of the company of kindred spirits and willing to find their way to Sherman Oaks, California.

What: PARTY: My Left Wingers, Kossacks, etc. in Southern California, general vicinity of the Valley/Hollywood/Spitting Distance Thereof...

Where: Chez MSOC

When: Saturday, January 28th, Noon... ish

How: Email eugene for directions and contact numbers.

Why: Because eugene is visiting our fair environs and when someone comes to town we have a motherfucking party, that's why.

Your charming host will be along shortly in the comments.