Nick Summers

CAN I LICK YOUR FACE: An evening with total strangers’ Facebook messages

As you may have heard, for a brief, insane period last Wednesday night, a tiny group of Facebook users found their inboxes flooded with messages that were intended for total strangers.

Okay so like Brian added you, but you can NOT talk to him.
I never told Karen to “back off.” 
Honest to God, when I cried on your bed?
It was all meant to be a joke, dude.
His voice is kinda weird, but I like him.
I can send you the Windows 7 activator.
Neurology: noun; the study of the nervous systems and its diseases.
I miss my perfect sex slave, Kienan.

No one knows how this happened, but we’re glad it did. In the days since — thanks to that tiny group of bewildered recipients — we have come to possess a variety of these messages. This Friday, join us at Heather’s to drink and relive that magical evening, as read by Katie Baker, Morgan Grice, Meaghan O’Connell, Isaac Oliver, and Nick Summers. With Kyle Jaster on bass. (Names and other info will be changed; all else left in pristine, found-art state.)

CAN I LICK YOUR FACE: An evening with total strangers’ Facebook messages

Heathers
506 East 13th Street @ Ave. A
Friday, March 5, 2010
7-9 p.m. (happy hour through 8 p.m.)

RSVP / bring your friends

UPDATE: Maybe get there early because I don’t know what the Gawker effect will be?