Okay, settle in for a Dicey Story (fake TM).
A few weeks ago, we received a check to our address for an Unknown Person. Mr. Dicey googled the name, found a nearby house and went there to deliver it. Woman who answered the door said, "Never heard of this Unknown Person." Upon further scrutiny, we determined that the check was probably for a certain mustachian who had stayed with us prior to Moab last year. Said person was required to get an expensive Covid test prior to a cruise (that happened after the visit to our area and before they got to Moab), and was charged a pretty penny for it. Turns out the check was a partial refund for the rip-off Covid test.
I contacted said mustachian, who lives in the Land Down Under. They decided it was too much hassle to deal with a check in US Dollars, especially one that was actually still in the US. A plan was hatched. Mr. Dicey was pretty sure he could cash the check, because our address was on it (don't think about this too deeply). He was successful.
The brilliant plan is to use the money to host an Ice Cream Social during the meetup. The check was for a whopping $185. That will buy lots of ice cream and a metric fuck-ton of sprinkles. At that time, everyone can raise a cone, bowl, or spoon to our very own
Deborah. She won't be there in person, but she sure will be there in spirit.
Thank you,
@deborah!
