Come As You Are - Santa is a Ho

Come on!

The truth shines bright as driven snow!

He spreads good cheer wher'ever he goes

All decked in red and trimmed in white

He's dressed for Love on Christmas night

With Rudolph's nose to guide his sleigh

A bright Red Light to lead the way

He won't take cash to pay the bill

With milk and cookies he gets his fill

No need to tell the girls and boys

About the Tart who brings their toys

But don't pretend YOU didn't know

That Old Saint Nick is just a Ho

Yes, my Irreverent Revelers, Cocktail Hour is on for this week, and you are invited once again to come bask in the warm glow of low expectations. Depending on the International Travel Gods, this could be the last Cocktail Hour of 2003. But don't forget: You get a clean slate on January 1st! . . . so you only have a couple of weeks to heap on the misbehavin'!! . . . and, as always, the Haberdashery is there to support your efforts. We'll have hot drinks, cold drinks and Holiday munchies to put you in the spirit . . . and Alaskan Martinis; just for Dolge. Our helpful elves will do their best to see to all your temporal needs. Cocktails will be served at 7:30pm. We know it is a busy season for our clan, but please remember to hoist a glass in our direction wherever you may be . . . and we will do the same. As always, please feel free to stop by for a quickie en route to your chosen Yule Tide venue . . . or to linger indefinitely.

Yours,

Greg

PS: Brother can you spare a Finn? - While our regularly scheduled Finns, Minna and Timppa, will not be out of town and unavailable this Friday, we have flown in replacement Finns to fill the gap . . . what's a party without a Finn! . . . we're always watching out for you Cats!

Come As You Are - All Yule Tied Up?

Dear Lost Souls,

Well the Haberdashery's halls are decked with balls and folly. And what better reason to gather our very merry band than in the spirit of holiday fellowship . . . and conspicuous consumption.

Yes, my Decorated Denizens, Cocktail Hour is on for this week, and as an extra special treat, we will be hosting Ma and Pa Delaune who are visiting from the Great White Nort' (Minnesoooota). In the spirit of the region and to help celebrate the season, we will be featuring brightly colored Alaskan Martinis, sure to warm you from the tip of your Nome to the bottom of your Anchorage. There will also be Hot Spiced Cider and other treats to ease you into disorientation. Our helpful guides will be on hand to see to any and all of the balance your needs.

Cocktails will be served at 7:30pm. We know it is a busy season for our clan, but please remember to hoist a glass in our direction wherever you may be . . . and we will do the same. As always, please feel free to stop by for a quickie en route to your chosen Yule Tide venue . . . or to linger indefinitely.

Yours,

Greg

Come As You Are - Kneedeep in the Glög

Dear Löst Söls,

So we find ourselves knee deep in this joyous holiday season. Parties abound and visions of sugar plums dance in your little heads . . . who the hell dreams about sugar plums? I'm not even sure what a sugar plum is. Well, if you can't beat 'em, join 'em.

Yes, my festive friends, Cocktail Hour is on for this Friday evening and you are invited to indulge in a moment of pause from your busy holiday schedule to bask in the mellow glow of Haberdashery hospitality. And though the weather outside is frightful . . . as a special treat this week our Finnish friends and neighbors will be providing us with vats of Glög; a hot wine concoction sure to warm you from head to toe. Glög is apparently a Finnish specialty enjoyed throughout the Höliday season . . . or a clever ruse to möck their American hösts . . . we'll see. Either way, after a you slög back a couple Glögs, yö'll be speaking Finnish like a Lapish reindeer! För the less daring amöng you, ör cadre of skilled alchemists will be ön hand to ply their trade at ör liquid looms. Cöcktails will be served at 7:30pm. As always, please feel free to stöp by for a quickie en röte to your chösen Friday venue . . . ör to linger indefinitely under ör canöpy of löw expectations.

Yörs,
Greg