As you may or may not know, I, Ben J. Yang, your not-so-dear
not-really-much-of-an-assistant organizer, am leaving lovely Brooklyn
in... holy moly, less than two days!
In case it's not obvious, it's not one of my more well-planned moves,
but then really, none of them have been (including the one that landed
me here in the first place, go figure).
Anyway, my PR assistant has informed me that it would be in poor taste
to simply exit stage left (or north, or southwest, depending), so if
you desire one last opportunity to raise a glass with me and whomever
else is like-minded and/or sufficiently bored enough to do so, feel
free to stop by at the Owl Farm tomorrow night at some point. If
you're early, text me or just be drunker than me.
Otherwise, I'm sure I'll run into you again at some point, since I
seemingly run into everyone again at some point, usually at ultimate,
but I do rarely do other things at which I run into people... anyway,
what was I saying? Dahhhwhatever: some trite platitude about not
wasting time with goodbyes as long as I'm certain to be glad to see
you in the future blah blah blah.
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Thanks for affording me numerous opportunities to continue to improve
at ultimate (however marginally and slowly), even if my personal goals
may have seemed completely inexplicable at any given time. Come drink
away the confusion: Owl Farm, Tuesday night. I'll miss you dearly
Ben J. Yang