McCheese After Dark
Above: The Mayor and the Hooper sextuplets dance the night away in the lounge of an East Rutherford, New Jersey Red Roof Inn (September, 1978).
McCheese After Dark
Above: The Mayor and the Hooper sextuplets dance the night away in the lounge of an East Rutherford, New Jersey Red Roof Inn (September, 1978).
Good Evening, gentle people. I'm so glad you could come. I, as you may already be aware, am Mayor McCheese, and I will be your host for this evening's festivities. This night promises to be a night of magic and wonder, as we revel with friends both old and new. Come , lose yourself for a little while with my humble party of guests and well-wishers. So, do step inside! Allow me to take your coat, let the wine run freely into your glass and make merry. All week we are forced to work... now, with the help of the Lord of Misrule, we shall play! By God we'll play!
Let me first explain that this is a party in progress, always changing and growing as certain guests enter and as certain others leave. It is still quite early, and the party has yet to kick into "full swing".
Updates should be less frequent than I would like, but always pithy and entertaining. From the looks of things, you are the first guests to arrive, but please do not let that discourage you from rejoining us at a future date. I have RSVPs from several important guests, and they should arrive at any time now. Please list this site under your favourites and check back on us often (after all, one doesn't know who may show up). In the meantime, you are invited to peruse personal photos that I had professionally taken to preserve the highly arduous process that I must undergo to make my esteemed guests as comfortable as is humanly possible. I hope you will appreciate the amount of effort that I put into pleasing my guests. Enjoy!
First, I personally walk the grounds, picking up stray sticks from the grass and making certain that Ramon has mowed the lawn in parallel lines, rather than cocentric squares (a groundskeeping faux-pas that I would have a hard time living down at the club, let me assure you).
Now it's time to walk the gardens, meticulously trimming the few flowers from my many prize-winning bushes that have regrettably passed the very zenith of their beauty and vitality. Seeing these fine arrangements lose their bright and splendid hues is the curse of impending autumn, I suppose. Ah, well... Chin up, sport... spring is just around the bend.
Next, it's off to the kitchen to consult with Emeril on what my wishes are for the hors d'ouvres and the main course. I just couldn't bear a repeat of my last party, where I spent much of the evening making excuses for Emeril's crumbly goose-liver pate and sloppily-rolled raspberry blintzes. I swear... if a kind and understanding heart weren't the McCheese family way, I would have just left this sad excuse for a gourmet chef at the International House of Pancakes where I discovered him.
Should you have the time, feel free to hold my life in self-satisfied judgement with a brisk perusal of my new "BLOG". Cheeky little voyeurs...
I have taken great pains to ensure that a formal guestbook is available to all of my guests and well-wishers. I invite you and all of my other distinguished guests to sign in by clicking the link below.
I thank my guests for their kind words.
Site started February, 2001 in a little apartment in Vancouver by Todd G. Lawrence. All original material copyright Todd G. Lawrence. If you borrow from this site, please ask. Don't let me find out about it later and have to not like you anymore. Please? Mayor McCheese�� and all related names and images are copyright & registered trademarks of the McDonald's Corporation��, 2001, All Rights Reserved. Please direct any questions, comments or RSVPs to [email protected]. I welcome all correspondents, but humbly request that you please keep your language clean (this means you, "Gary Franks", if that is your real name....) I am an old fashioned cheeseburger, with suitably old fashioned sensibilities. Also, though it may make you feel all grown-up to use swear words, the only one who is impressed by this is you. Keep this in mind, and good day to you all.
guests to take part in the festivities (yourself, included).
Maple Leaf Rag, Magnetic Rag copyright 1899, 1914, Scott Joplin. The Cannonball copyright 1905, Joseph Northrup. All MIDI versions copyright 1999, BokerTov, used without permission, so if you are reading this, BokerTov, realize that I'm not making one thin dime off of this insipid site, so I'm not sucking any profits away from you. However, if you would rather I didn't use your music, please don't hesitate to contact me at the address supplied above. And if you'd like to hear some really well-done ragtime MIDIs like these, please visit BokerTov's site at: http://www2t.biglobe.ne.jp/~BokerTov/music/mu_sequ.htm.