F*ck off!
Okay, seriously... It was great meeting you all.
There was Mike. Looked more macho than his photo would have you believe. The real mike's got a little meat on his bones like yours truly. A man.
Then there's Matt... Probably the funniest guy I've met in a long time.
"What's the worst part about roller blading?"
"Telling your father that you're gay!"
As dry as Steven Wright, and only half as drunk!
Then there's Jason. He's a dude through and through. I'm pretty sure if anyone is looking, Jason knows where you can get "da kine."
I not only met Anthony, but actually did a little "role playing" with him. Hey Ant... next time YOU have to put on the french maid outfit and play "the client."
Kevin, my fellow apprentice. A nice sweet guy with a bright future ahead of him. It was great to finally put a face to the name.
Then there was Leah... Ah sweet leah. Truly one of the guys at the bar. But not in the way that those transvestite hookers were "one of the guys."
Judy Judy Judy... I loves ya a bunch, but I still think you're half loony about all that voodoo. Okay, not half loony, but more "open minded" than someone like myself.

And everyone's gotta love an Art Bell fan.
Then there were others... I was a little drunk but I believe there was a Katie... a John... a Paul... a Grissom... and I'm pretty sure there was an Annette and a Cubby. But I was mixing my alcohol and may have confused some of it with reruns of CSI and The Mouseketeers.
Anyway, everyone I met was of a good ilk, but admittedly I have no idea what ilk means. For all I know, "ilk" is an old Yiddish word for "nefarious family background."
It was great to finally see you all. From the Poconos to Los Angeles... From "Down Under" to Portland, to Texas and beyond. I have to say I met around 10 copywriters/marketers/Indian Chiefs...
And here's the best part...
3 of them aren't gay!
To find out which ones, just optin to my website.
Kidding.
None of the ones who showed up at the bar and took the time to meet me are gay (All the rest are, however.)