Dear Lost Souls,
Greetings
from the Temple of The Last Resort,
where the Brothers and Sisters of
Perpetual Inebriation offer you and yours a soft pillow on which to land
your soul in the aftermath of another mind numbing week in the coal mines . . .
or if you are fortunate enough to be unemployed . . . another week of mind
numbing afternoons with Oprah . . . Aric.
Yes, my
Parched Pilgrims, Cocktail Hour is on for this Friday evening. Cocktails will
be served beginning at 7:30pm; when our industrious monks will be tilling our
sanctuary's fertile fields and harvesting the alchemical fruits of their love's
labors. So, come rest your weary patushkas beneath the velvet glow of the
Haberdashery's neon stars on another Friday in the fold. Your weekend begins at
the top of the steps. As always, please feel free to stop by for a quickie en
route to your chosen Friday venue . . . or to linger irresponsibly . . .
idiosyncratically . . . and, indefinitely in the low expectations of your Last Resort.
Yours,
Greg
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