Our friend Steve had a “Goodbye Steve” party a few weeks ago, not because he’s leaving, but because he’s a CPA and goes into a work cave until March. SOMEONE (two someones) snatched his Wordstock Festival tote bag, presumably of some sentimental value becuase he’s on the board. This mysterious ransom note was sent earlier today, demanding happy hour drinks and the eradication of taxes.
Will Steve prevail and get his tote back from the evil ransomers? Will he be forced to accrue dreaded plastic bags whilst grocery shopping? Will passerby mock him, thinking he is not literary without a clear sign of his love of books? Will his books themselves pitch off his balcony into the street below, and go to karaoke at the Alibi instead? The horror, the horror.
Join Steve and his friends at Ransom Hour, Tuesday the 17th at 5:30 at the Gilt Club on Broadway and Everett to find out.
Steve: I know who did it. I know where she lives, too. I know how to get into her house and where she keeps her valuables. Hit me up and we’ll make this revenge thing fun.
Yours,
Michael P.
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