Come As Your Are - Here Comes the Sun

Dear Lost Souls,

The sun is slowly climbing and the days are getting longer. It is the beginning of the auspicious Year of the Monkey and . . . hey, it's Friday!!!!

Yessssss, Cocktail Hour is on for this Friday evening. And, there is just no time for idle prattle . . .

. . . except to say that you are cordially invited to come share a Cup'o Cheer and find a spot of your very own beneath the Haberdashery's embryonic halo of low expectations. 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 mountain . . . or to linger indefinitely.

Yours,

Greg

Come As You Are - NO COCKTAIL HOUR THIS WEEK

Dear Lost Souls,

There will be no Cocktail Hour this week as your humble host will be hobnobbing with the stars at Sundance. Ain't life grand! I cast you out upon the night to wrestle with your mortal coil. I promise to hoist a glass in your direction and ask that you do the same.

Yours,

Greg

Come As You Are - The Sabbath

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

Come As You Are - A Clean Slate

Dear Lost Souls,
 

Buon Capo d'Anno!'Tis the new year, my Bonnie Spheremates! A time for resolutions, plans, good intentions, and never looking back. Squarely in its fifth year, the Haberdashery is looking forward to an exquisite year of tireless mediocrity and boundless low expectations. For your part, you are invited to participate in our weekly constitution without program or contribution; to wish upon electric stars, recline in velvet dreams and revel in Kodachrome memories of evenings past; made sweeter by the foggy lens of forgetfulness. Leave your troubles at the door and come bask in the comforting shade of that familiar canopy you can always rely upon as your official Last Resort. No jacket required.

Yessssss, Cocktail Hour is on for this Friday evening . . . the first of a brand new year. You are the Belle of the Ball in your version of this illusive universe and the Haberdashery would be honored by your assistance in ringing in the new year in an anticlimax of epic proportions. Our professors of alchemy will be on hand to deliver to your palette the potion of your desires. 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 indefinitely.

Yours,

Greg

P.S.Holy Shit!! Mardi Gras is early this year (February 24th)! That means that the Haberdashery's Mardi Gras Debauchery will take place on Saturday, February 21st. Mark your calendar . . . that means all day Saturday. I promise you that this year’s event will blow last year's paltry display of mediocrity out of the water. You just have to promise me to TAKE HOME the goddamn beads this year . . . Jasus you people are thick!