Ok, as if this group wasn't already disorganized enough, I'm now contradicting my previous post by scheduling a meeting after all. This is all so last-minute and seat of the pants that even I'm confused. But bear with me.

Lot's of people just got back from a week in the desert. Everyone is tired and dusty and not too eager to have to do anything energetic. So after you've completed your sixth load of laundry, come on down to the

DIVE-BAR SLUMBER PARTY

Yes, it'll be the most lethargic Dive-Bar gathering on record. We're gonna meet at Noc Noc in the Haight and accomplish jack shit. Come sprawl out on their cushions, recount what you did over the past week, and discuss how the dive-bar list is going to hell. Then hoist an early night cap and pass out. This is a completely conscious-optional event.

Noc Noc isn't a true dive-bar (which, it turns out, might be a vanishing breed), but it has been described as a DC-3 the crash-landed in Barney Rubble's living room. There are cushions on the floor, and little hide-away booths
where you can sit back and stare into oblivion. That's about all we can muster today, so show up if you feel like not doing anything. Wear your pajamas.

Tuesday, September 4
5:30 nap time
Noc Noc
557 Haight Street (at Fillmore) in S.F.
Transpo: Muni N Metro, Bus Lines 6, 7, 22, 66, 71