*continues wiping down the cartridges and setting them aside in a perfectly aligned row of DEATH, unconcerned*
*blandly curious* Did you not get the fax I sent over yesterday, my Lord? The Repertory reps called my office and asked whether Rock and River would allow for a fireworks demonstration after the last act. As it turns out, the Daedalus Co. hot-air balloon relay race will be in progress that weekend, and their course is scheduled to take them right over the Lawn. *blows her hair out of her face and gives you a "what can you do?" shrug* I checked over that revised parks schedule and suggested the Repertory might move their event to the White Key fairgrounds across town. *helpfully* Do you want their number? They're expecting a call from you to hammer down details for the new location.
retarded golf outings
*tsk, tsk* Just be glad it's only me in here, my Lord Salgant. The golfers are "mentally challenged," not "retarded," and it's for charity anyway. Not too up on the PC lingo, are you?
you should have asked for a SALAD months ago
Oh, but Salgant, you know how these things go. Some of the best gigs come out of last-minute bombshells! *finishes up the last round and starts re-loading the mags with an air of satisfaction* I know you can override the usual timetable if you're motivated to. Just think--your fans would love you. *gag*