I'm Edgar de Leon, organizer for
tomorrow's Whitney Field shindig. You may be thinking to yourself: "Edgar de Leon?
That Edgar de Leon?" But there's really no need to make a
big fuss about it. I'm just like you, an
extremely handsome person trying to
flourish in a zombie-infested apocalyptic wasteland.
To answer some questions:
✨ Everyone's invited! All firearms checked at the gate. You can keep your blades and baseball bats, but if you're
anxious at the thought of handing over your emotional support gun, maybe
leave it at home?
✨ Courtesy of the
generous Mara Kaufman, you get one free alcoholic drink per hour. If you want more (or a
different type of intoxicant), come ready to trade.
✨ If you can't get yourself
home at the end of the night, tents and sleeping bags will be set aside on the outfield. We've also got a few guest quarters, but
first-come-first-serve for those.
Taking party requests, but
no guarantee that they can be fulfilled. Also: would anyone be willing to lend their horse?