The sound of whirring cotton mills spinning thread onto spools is heard and from above and an odd, Realm Travelling Byrd comes drifting down, light as a feather, and a plain, brown, wooden perch rises from the floor of the "Vapemeet? Let's do it!" thread and he lights upon it. A platinum YB necklace around his neck begins to glow a soft, Peach, color and you hear a smooth, male, Latin, translated voice:
"Hail greetings and salutations fellow Georgian vapers! I only just noticed this thread, with great interest, tonight. I have "favorited" the homepage and intend to thoroughly examine its information! Lauds to you all for such excellent work. I for one will be eyeing the prospect of trying to attend. I thank you all, again, for your efforts and will keep a Byrd's Eye View upon this event in the hopes of being an attendee. I only have contacts with two vendors but one of them is already with you! I will attempt to contact the other -out of state vendor- and see if they are interested in attending, and or, contributing.
I will be back to check on the status, information, progress, and updates to this thread, as soon as I subscribe to it! Know this...you have one old, Realm Traveling Byrd in your corner, for whatever it is worth! Viva Georgia! Viva Vape-a-palooza!"
An old tractor, pulling a tram full of sweet, Earthy smelling, fresh, peanuts appears out of nowhere and Yardbyrd unceremoniously leaps from his perch, which just vanishes, and landing on the top of the peanuts starts eating some! The sound of waves crashing on the Beach on Tybee Island can be heard and the tractor pulls away, slowly vanishing, as YardByrd opens his bill wide in an unmistakable Georgian Byrd grin.
