With a subject line like that, I know you're dying to read this blog post.
I thought I had today's blog post all set until about 15 minutes ago, when I got today's mail and was greeted by one postcard. That's it - one postcard with a scenic picture of fall foliage.
An Oktoberfest Party for Martie
Who the hell is Martie? I wondered.
Come Celebrate Martha's Birthday and Candidacy for District Representative With Beef, Beer and Music
Did I mention that this invitation is addressed to The Dean? It follows with the event details - it's an evening affair from 7:30 - 11p.m. at (I kid you not) The Barn. It gives the address of The Barn; it's not all that far from here, and truth be told, there are only a couple barns on that particular road so there's a good chance we could find it - should we be so inclined to don our lederhosen and dole out $50 for the two of us to dine on bratwurst and schnitzel (something tells me me our vegetarian options will be in short supply).
The best part of the invitation (yeah, there's more) is the RSVP. Guests are instructed to RSVP to IWearLederhosen AT emailaddress.com
My first reaction was something along the lines of "you gotta be kidding." On one hand, it's kind of funny. God knows I appreciate a political candidate with a sense of humor. On the other hand, we're still fairly new to this rather rural (to put it mildly) area - as are a lot of our neighbors. A bunch of us are transplants here for a variety of reasons. The neighbors I've met thus far are like us - they come from big cities, so you wonder how this is going to play with a new electorate.
But I gotta hand it to Martie - in some ways, this is pretty smart.
Perhaps most importantly, Martie's accomplished stickiness, the topic of the book I'm reading, Made to Stick: Why Some Ideas Survive and Others Die, by Chip Heath and Dan Heath. There's a very good chance that I will be checking out Martie's website later tonight. And I can't speak for The Dean, but come November 4, there's a good chance I'm likely to remember the Lederhosen Lady's name when I'm at the polls.
However, something tells me you won't be seeing me or The Dean in lederhosen anytime soon.
Somehow, I think Martie might appreciate our votes more.