Fastest gun in El Westo, Jer must have hurried home like the white rabbit after another entertaining game of VB to get typing. Chica, I know where you can put the map... Pim, your perfect gift sounds intriguing, but your presence would be more perfect (is that pluperfect? One of you bona fide English teachers help me out here). Fear not, cherie, and read on...
Alas, I am indeed being deported - I mean voluntarily but reluctantly returning to Bonnie Scotland - on Wednesday, but it would be great to see as many of you as can make it this Tuesday night (as Chica so sweetly implied, Shavon/Salsera will be there so that should more than make up for having to put up with me being there too

). I will be back (like Arnie, malaria and presidents called Bush, I'm hard to get rid of) in January, but I would much rather not have to spend three months in the Scottish wilderness away from the bosom of my mm brethren. Ay, 'tis a cruel fate that has befallen McMuffin, but I have dark deeds to perform beneath yon gathering clouds, an' it shall be a hard an' lonely winterrr wi' naught but the crows for company. Ah'll be wringin' ma wee muffins in anguish. Och.
It was great to see a few of you-all today, but in the heady and exhilarating whirlwind atmosphere that pervades every multimadrid volleyball game, I didn't get a chance to 'hang' with some of you - too busy fluffing those returns of serve (OK, in 'English English' fluffing is in no way related to porn so don't even go there - Jer & Shawn & Chica!!)
So - I am not a 'Salsero' by any means, but I thought it would be fun to at least see the inside of a Madrid salsa 'den' before I scoot, so Salsera (in whose capable hands I hope to spend at least some of my last night here

) suggested 41(?) calle Serrano as a venue, a club of some repute. Anyone else who ain't necessarily got rhythm but who doesn't mind trying to find some can come along and snigger at my efforts. I don't know entrance charges, times (in fact, I know nothing) for the place - I hope Salsera can post on all that (and a bag of chips).
As far as I know Jer will be strutting his stuff (Mick Jagger's little brother), hopefully with the irresistibly enigmatic Ena in his arms, along with the lovely Lena, the devine Desha, Sneaka-Peeka-Chica (accompanied with any luck by that long-suffering husband of hers

) and as many other beautiful, sultry board members as possible! (Shawn, it's a booty call!) I'm hoping to bring a couple of non-mm friends too. Serge -(aka Crazy-Legs Crane after another astonishing volleyball performance - is he double-jointed or what? Seriously, Jer needs to start videotaping his moves and selling them on MultiMadrid - "The Flying Dutchman - flies like a butterfly, gets swatted like a bee") - where was I? Ah yes, Serge - you need to come along because something tells me you won't mind making a fool of yourself on the dancefloor either

- and we need more guys like you!
BEFORE the dancing (and I use the term loosely) we could meet in an appropriate local tavern for refreshment. If we are to remain lithe and have snake-like hips food might be best kept to the snacky variety. Seeing as I am still the new kid on the block, suggestions are more than welcome. Assuming at least some of us will be heading for c/ Serrano, somewhere vaguely that way would be good. What time can people realistically make?
Anyway, let's consider this less a Muffin send-off (although I will accept postal orders, travellers checks, unwanted jewelry...), more an alternative boogie night out.
By the way, I am reeeeeally sorry not to be here for the BBQ, but hopefully there will be at least one midwinter mm feast I can attend. I am also sorry to be missing the chance to dance with fair Candela - do you see how your absence has driven me into the arms of other women, Ms LaBalle? Do you? Huh? Huh? Oh, wah has Louisiana claimed you? I am truly bereft!! Now if I still don't hear from you after that public display of RAW EMOTION the wedding's off, girlfriend. (Alright, I'm sorry the rest of you had to see that. Ugly.)
OK, chip in folks with your suggestions (please, not about my medication) - where, when etc. See you Tuesday, yippy-i-o-ky-ay?
I am thankful for laughter, except when milk comes out of my nose.
Woody Allen