Once again a devious rec.scuban sabotaged my ostensible business trip.
Tomorrow I'm supposed to wake up at 6 a.m. but it's already after 2
a.m. here and my room service is still pending.

That's what I get for posting my location on rec.scuba.  Thinking that
no rec.scubans lived anywhere near Chicago, I thought myself safe from
harm and frivilously declared my current situs to the world.  However,
little did I realize that our very own D&C lives way too close to the
windy city and thought nothing of driving hours into the night across
state lines just for the evil purpose of keeping me up way too late.
Being my official NRA sponsor as well, D&C is simply truly evil.

But at least we had the pleasure of burning lots of rec.scubans' ears
as we talked about all of you, especially that big lug over in
Tennessee and that government guy down in Florida, both of whom we've
had the dubious pleasure of meeting on previous trips.

As D&C is one of the secret rec.scubans whose true identity is known
only to a privileged few, I was surprised by his appearance, looking
more like a young hippie type than the conservative old grunt I
expected.  Naturally we fell into our usual scuba-related discussions
of politics and guns, in much more agreement in person than in our
rec.scuba alter-egos, and I have to admit that I had a great time even
though waking up early tomorrow morning is going to be a real bitch and
I'll be cursing him all throughout my shower.

Thanks again D&C for driving all the way out to see me and keeping me
company in my lonely windy city sojourn.  And thanks again for your
delicious gift which I've again sampled tonight but am trying hard to
save a little to bring back home.

Next time I'll come out in the summer so we can dive in your frigid
lake without all the ice.  Bring the guns too, as I was disappointed at
not making you the third rec.scuba whose guns I have furtively handled.
And remember:  I am the NRA!