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Leaving (7/10/12):
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 read about that really weird freaky ass shit – go here for 2011 and here for 2010.]
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).
The only instructions we have been given by Herb this year are to bring comfortable shoes and have an open mind.
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.
Khan Manka, Jr. – Chairman & CEO – Manka Bros. Studios – The World’s Largest Media Company
Look forward to following along. Nothing is better than your 2010 write-ups.
Khan – Sun Valley would nothing without you. You are the life of that place. Don’t ever change, keep your feet on the ground and keep reaching for the stars! Outstanding. I just wish we had a Day 3. What happened?
Khan, I kicked your ass in golf today. That shit shot you hit (twice) on White Clouds #2 to the left has kept me laughing all day – Sergei’s fucking glasses with all that course information obviously didn’t help your sorry ass. Actually, Herb pulling up next to us and shouting at you for the crap you’ve been posting was almost as funny. Don’t even think about posting about me. Did you pass out tonight from the Goldschlager? You were still hitting on that fat waitress when I ventured away from the Inn (and away from Herb, finally) to go to the freak festival at the Center For The Arts property in Ketchum…Jesus, I’ve never seen a rave before. What the hell happened to these kids? But, I digress. That shit your studio puts out may make you money, but at least those in print need an education to make a product. The Gray Lady will be around a long time after your crappy studio folds. Good luck waking up tomorrow. If Eisner’s song doesn’t do it for you, I’ll make sure someone is pounding on your door at 5 a.m. You aren’t about to miss calisthenics.