Word of the good times had at the first council spread quickly. Round 2 was set to be 75% bigger than before. (Note: Raoul was not invited as he had prior commitments.)

I, Baierman, arrived first and cased to the place for emergency exits. Finding none, I ordered a Guinness and waited. 2 pints later Johnny walked in. Both of us were relieved not to be wearing similar ringer tee shirts like last time.

Johnny then turned to the table Oklahoma City Sonics fans behind us, snapped his fingers and told them to scram. They did.

See folks Johnny's like E.F. Hutton. He talks, people fucking listen.

He also makes reservations.

Scaramouch showed up next waving the Union Jack and shouting anti-American slurs to the crowd. Johnny signaled using his stars-n-stripes notebook, which Scara promptly burned.

Great, we had quorum.

Next Miss Cellania arrived all the way from Kentucky. She was so excited about the event that she jumped in her Miscmobile (part sub-compact, part tank) and high tailed it to NYC. Via Queens. Along the way she established a new land speed record, cursed corporate radio and charmed at least a dozen patrolman out of speeding tickets.

Johnny, Scara and I were happy finally meet Miss C. Not just because she's a funny lady but also cause a guy at the bar had just sent us a round of drinks.

Long time contradictor Razen came next and immediately began to impress us with blog entries from the past - when YBNBY was just a fledgling site that likened itself to a chaste whore. We were all mesmerized by Razen's knowledge of the beginning (2005) especially since he used his new iPhone 3G to search through some of his famous posts.

5 minutes later the iPhone battery died. But that was okay since Echowood had arrived. Late. He was verbally abused for his tardiness but all was forgiven once he pointed out that he was just at a bookstore buying Watchmen. Abuse turned to praise. Another round was delivered. And we took turns ordering cooked cow flesh, freedom fries and chili.

Suddenly The Muggler appeared out of thin air. His presence sent a shockwave through The Old Town. Even Sven, the Swedish man-candy standing alone at the bar, gazed our way and bowed his head. Muggler commended all of us for maintaining YBNBY's strict code of journalistic integrity. He then shook his fist and demanded we write more fight lighting posts. After chugging Johnny's soda he vanished back to his Campfire. Poof, just like that.

All this excitement was to much for Scaramouch. He made some lame excuse about missing his kid's birthday and split. He did pay the bill so don't go to hard on him Trailwayze.

Fortunately, having spent the whole day panhandling outside Whole Foods, yours truly had enough change to buy a few more rounds. Everyone smiled. We drew straws and I got stuck writing this post.

Perhaps next time Evil Rich, Jeem, Jellio, Big Picture Big Sound and even Homeless Frank will join in the fun. Maybe you will too!

Meeting Footnote: Scaramouch had set forth an ambitious agenda for this meeting but once our lovely waitress delivered the first round of liquid refreshment, all was forgotten. We did approve of the installation of video comments. (Feel free to leave yours anytime.) But a decision to add "Monkey News" as a category was tabled, despite Johnny's heartfelt plea.