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Ok, who wants to come to Soulmama's on Sunday?

I should probably make a booking soon, so I want to know who's coming and what time is preferable for people? Let me know.

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nikkicat13
Dec. 13th, 2005 04:43 am (UTC)
I'll be there - but could you make the booking for about 8pm?

Why? Because there's a march & rally being organised for that day (by a good friend of mine) that I'd really like to go to. (See here & here for more detail)

Thanks!
vaingloriesque
Dec. 13th, 2005 06:03 am (UTC)
Not sure about in the evening, but we're arranging a peace march for Sunday during the day. Come along and bring your friends! :D
halloranelder
Dec. 13th, 2005 06:09 am (UTC)
I noticed. I'll probably be coming to it with Nikki et al, and then going to Soulmama's afterward for dinner.
greenglowgrrl
Dec. 13th, 2005 09:59 am (UTC)
Sounds like a nice place to go after a peace rally. I shall be going to a concert for dances of Middle Eastern origin on Sunday. I'll think of you in Melbourne.
gypsyamber
Dec. 13th, 2005 06:57 am (UTC)
Sean and I are in...for the later time of 8 or later.
gypsyamber
Dec. 13th, 2005 06:57 am (UTC)
oh...it is okay for Sean to come as well, isn't it?
halloranelder
Dec. 13th, 2005 07:14 am (UTC)
Of course it is.

*hugs*
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