Come As You Are - Holiday Cocktail Holiday

Dear Lost Souls,

halloweenthanksgivingchristmasnewyears is in full swing. Ready for spring yet? How about a cocktail before round two kicks in? Well, the good news is that the Mardi Gras party season officially starts the day after New Years . . . tick tock, here comes the party! Yes, my holiday heroes, Cocktail Hour is on for this Friday night. Brother Billy will not be joining us as he will be en route to the Southern Hemisphere as an ambassador of Haberdashery good will, but we must endeavor to persevere in his absence. Many of you will be jetting off to parts unknown starting in the next few days . . . myself included . . . so this may be a good opportunity to hoist one in the name of . . . awe fuckit . . . just stop by for a cocktail if you're in the neighborhood!

Yours,

Greg

Come As You Are - Pyramids 101

“I love the friends I have assembled on this thin raft

they have constructed pyramids in honor of our escaping.”

-Jim Morrison

Dear Lost Souls,

Week 46; Day 317, 48 Left.

 . . . they march by as an outline for our lives and we are left to fill in the colors of our days . . . whether it be with inspired brilliance or idle prattle. I offer you prattle!!

Yes, my Mystic Malcontents, Cocktail Hour is on for this Friday evening. We invite you to escape your midweek responsibilities as Contributors under the spotlight of authority to come join our ragtag assemblage of raft riders for another evening of sanctuary in the dimmer glow of Haberdashery hospitality. Cocktails will be served beginning at 7:30pm; when our tireless alchemists will be pedaling their looms to spin golden dreams born of your idle whims. Whims will also be provided upon request. Your weekend begins 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 . . . indubitably . . . and irresponsibly in the low expectations of your Last Resort.

Yours,

Greg

Come As You Are – Novembrrrrrrrrrrrrrrr

Dear Lost Souls,

I don't know about you Cat's, but I' been freezin' my patushka off!But worry not! I've devised a recipe for our collective warmth:

The Haberdashery Hot Toddy

-    Preheat Haberdashery with candles and care

-    Pour in equal parts HeWhos and SheWhos

-    Add Martinis and/or other cocktails to taste

-    Fold in liberal amounts of relaxation

-    Stir in continuous variety of music

-    Drop in a dollop of something unexpected . . .

-    and massage mixture slowly as evening progresses

-    Distribute liberally

. . . that's the ticket!

Yes, my chilly Haberdites, Cocktail Hour is on for this Friday evening . . . and after a disorienting one week hiatus, you are invited to resume our weekly constitution in the radiant warmth of an alternate son. Come slip out of the constricting mantel of your weekly uniform and bask in the familiar glow of low expectations. The Last Resort's Cabana boys will be serving you up their special brand of alchemy under the canopy of your drowsy whims. Sunglasses are optional. Cocktails will be served at 7:30pm. As always, please feel free to stop by for a quickie en route to your chosen Friday venue . . . or to linger indefinitely.

Yours,
Greg

Come As You Are - 'Talkin Bout the Weatha'

Dear Lost Souls,

Chiirist! Custer come out to play 'cause Indian Summer is Over! But, summer lingers on at the Haberdashery, and you are invited to do the same. Yes, my Solar Powered Cohorts, Cocktail Hour is on for this Friday night and, if only for a while, you are invited to wander into nostalgic recollection of warmer evenings beneath our collective radiance. Your Cocktails will be served beginning at 7:30pm. The Haberdashery's finest Alchemists will be on hand to shake up their version of climate control, and the balance of our mixed nuts will be bouncing out of the bowls to the thunder of a different drum. No application required . . . except that of the desire to conspire. As always, please feel free to stop by for a quickie en route to your chosen Friday venue . . . or to linger . . . indefinitely.

Yours,
Greg