Day 71

I think today's the day.

Irish Fest opens in 71 days. You know what was 71 days ago? April 10th. Which seems like, if not only yesterday then for sure like only a couple weeks ago. 71 days means that our 100 Days Until Irish Fest party was almost a month ago already. So yeah, I think today's as good a day as any for me to start panicking.

We have incredible amounts of work to do between now and 71 days from now. And though I'm confident it'll all get done, I'm still going to be a little nervous until then. More than a little. And of course at my advanced age, here in my golden years a little stress can be a dangerous thing. You know, heart attacks and hemorrhages and hemorrhoids and whatnot. So to get me through these next 74 days (because the stress won't really end until late Sunday night after we close) I'm going to require your help. One of the major things I'll be stressing about is of course volunteers. As in whether we'll have enough. So if you haven't yet, Day 71 is the perfect time for you to sign up. And if you have signed up (bless you) maybe you could forward this note to as many friends as you have. Just fill in the blanks. My failing heart and I would appreciate it.

Hi __________

I'm writing to you today not with the usual crap I send you...pictures of kittens in awkward situations, chain letters promising disaster if you don't forward them on to 10 friends in 10 minutes, that sort of thing. No, today I want to tell you about something serious and important that needs your attention. I have a friend. Well, not a friend exactly. He's I guy I know...well, I don't necessarily know him personally. He writes this idiotic blog about the Kansas City Irish Fest that I read once in awhile. Still, he seems like a decent enough sort. And he's going to have some sort of massive and probably fatal seizure any minute now if more people don't start signing up to volunteer to work his dumb festival. I know, pathetic right? I mean seriously, doesn't this loser have anything better to worry about? $5 a gallon gas? Global warming? War? How much the Royals suck?

Be that as it may, you can help keep this man alive to see his children grown to adulthood. Or you can turn the page. Won't you help with your small donation of a four hour shift or two working as a volunteer at Irish Fest? Sign up is easy and takes just seconds. You'll get a cool free t-shirt, a free fest ticket, free refreshments while you work, and you'll have a lot of fun. Most of all, you may help save a life. The life of some random blogger who clearly needs to get his priorities straightened out, but still.

So, my friend, please help. I'm working at Irish Fest. Won't you join me? By the way, if you don't forward this to 10 people in the next 10 minutes, your sewer will back up in to your bathtub. Oh, and here's a cute picture of a kitten in an awkward situation. Oh, kitty, you scamp! In a hat!

Thank you for joining the Irish Fest team!

Sincerely, _____________