No Boston

No, The Great Plotnik is not going to play a nice-paying gig in Boston, followed by one in Cleveland, followed by another in Ottawa, just because they all happen to take place on the weekend of an upcoming happy family wedding. Perhaps if The Great Plotnik had ANOTHER blog he could write down the exact phraseology, brilliantly conceived and delivered, that flowed from The Great Ducknik's steaming bill when Plotnik suggested he could possibly accept the gigs, see, just to make the money, see, and then, see, later he could, you know, join up with, uh.

Uh uh. Nyet. Nein. If you think it's cold where you are, you should have been here.

The Great Ducknik is right, of course, and The Great Plotnik would not miss the wedding for anything in the world, even bags and bags of cash, and The Great Ducknik was well within her rights to point this out to her husband, if for no other reason than to help him keep his priorities in line. Truly.

He does wish he had another blog, though, because what she said was really funny, and you would get a lot of laughs out of it, like Plot does, now that he has come out from hiding under the bed.