OK – I suppose I’m going to this thing.
Herb called me acting like a kid before his 10th birthday party, all worried that no one was going to show up.
So OK, Herb, I’m on my way.
Based on the last couple of years, I can expect some really weird freaky ass shit to go on again this year.
To anyone trying to reach me – fuck off.
I’ll be at The Drankin’ Hole with Chase Carey and our best friend for the next several days – bartender Bin Tran (the best Goddamned dirty martini maker in the world).
This could mean any number of things when it comes to Herb.
The last time he said bring comfortable shoes we had to participate in that pathetic “Mogulympics” competition.
And the last time he said to have an open mind we got “Burning Mogul” – I still have nightmares from that horrible night.
I’ll do my best to report on how things are going here.
Remember, everything you read in this space for the next few days will be written by a very drunk man.
If I’m not back by Friday, send the other jet with my security team and some local police, for I may be locked in Herb’s dungeon underneath the Sun Valley Lodge.
Herb likes to punish those who do not fully participate and, this year, I do not plan on fully participating.
God speed and get back to work!
Manka Bros. is having another terrible year because YOU are all terrible.