Dear
Lost Souls,
October
in Berkeley!
Bay Area
Autumn at its best,
Evening
skies of truest blue,
Tall,
crisp and cool with a hint of Vermouth,
An Ivory
olive suspended in clearest Indigo,
And
evening shade from the week you left behind,
. . .
Cocktail?
Yes, my
überthirsty Haberdites, Cocktail Hour is on for this Friday evening! We've
recovered from last week's audiovisual SpeKtaKular, and are ready for this week’s
new interpretation of relaxation. In response to the Governator's edict that
Octoberfest in California extend to all months containing the letter “r”, we
will be toasting the commencement of this year’s festival with a keen eye on .
. . May . . . which already seems dangerously close. Please join us for a
moment of pause in the comforting glow of low expectations. The weekend starts
at the top of the stairs. As always, please feel free to stop by for a quickie
en route to your chosen Friday venue . . . or to linger indefinitely.
Yours,
Greg
Greg
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