No Cocktail Hour This Week; Off the Grid

Dear Lost Souls,

We send you out into the Merry Holiday Wilderness as we head off the grid to high Sierras for a holiday retreat. We will be celebrating the holidays with the beasts of the hinterland but will pause for a moment to hoist a toast in your honor when Friday evening rolls around. We ask you to do the same!

Yours,

Los Cabañeros

Come As You Are; Two Score for the Son of Levi

Dear Lost Souls,

As we weather the final throws of the ever darkening skies before the solstice gives way to brighter days, and the promise of spring’s radiant redemption . . . BEHOLD! . . . the approach of the natal anniversary of one of the Haberdashery’s own!  Andrew Grumpius, Son of Levi, doth on the coming feast of Saturn complete his fortieth circuit about Apollo’s golden orb. To commemorate and culminate Dr. Levine’s two score years of sharing our infinite journey towards eternity aboard this indigo sphere, the Haberdashery will sound glad trumpets and hoist goblets of cheer in his honor (goblets to be provided). Patrons and kin from the Empire State will be effecting the sacred pilgrimage from the Far East to offer cheerful tidings and share in a weekend of boisterous celebration. Join them, along with the Sacred Brotherhood of Cabañeros, as we wish Andrew many more decades of good health, prosperity and contentment.

Yes, my Holiday Haberdites, Cocktail Hour is on for this Friday evening, and you are invited to hit the pause button on the temporal celestial eight-track, slide out of the slipstream, and enjoy a moment of repose in the golden light of our communal gathering hall . . . where red velvet mingles with the blues, and dryness is a key ingredient in the alchemy of refreshment. Cocktails will be served starting around 7.00pm (getting an early start this week). Please feel free to stop by en route to your primary Friday evening venue, and hoist a quickie in Andy’s honor . . . or to linger indefinitely.

Yours,

The Cabana Boys

The Haberdashery

2124 5th Street

Berkeley, CA  94710

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Come As You Are; Bourbon Season

Dear Lost Souls,

As we tread ever closer to the solstice, the zenith of the sun’s daily arc continues to diminish. And as the chill in the air deepens, the season of the Martini (vodka or gin) gives way to the darker souls of the alchemical pantheon. Bourbon is the flavor of Christmas in New Orleans, Scotch is the aquavitae that will guide you home through the darkness of an Edinburgh winter, and Irish whiskey . . . well, that’s what God invented to keep the Irish from conquering the world!

The season of the sour mash is filled with the rich aromas of malted barley and malted rye, beckoning us to wander through the permutational avenues of the Manhattan, the Old Fashioned, the Sour, and the Rob Roy. Whether you like it sweet or sour, peaty or salty, up, down, on the rocks or neat . . . Irish, Scotch, or from south of the Mason Dixon, whiskey is the drink of the season. Come help us tip our goblets to celebrate the close of the fiscal fourth quarter (non-denominationally speaking) . . . or Christmas . . . or Hanukkah . . . or Honokaa . . . or Kwanzaa . . . or, or, or . . . simply the culmination of another week in the greatest place on earth.

Yes my thirsty Haberdites, Cocktail Hour is on for this Friday evening. You are invited to join us beneath the collective shade of low expectations to make wishes on electric starlight and share the warm cheer of the season. Cocktails will be served at 7.30pm. Please feel free to stop by for a quickie en route to your primary venue . . . or to linger indefinitely.

Yours,

The Cabana Boys

The Haberdashery

2124 5th Street

Berkeley, CA  94710

www.CAYA20.blogspot.com

CAYA; A Momentary Pause from Our Imagined Woes

LS,

There lies in each of us,

Between heartfelt regret for the many sins of our checkered past,

and a mischievous pride for those undeniable transgressions for which we have escaped a just retribution,

A buzzing anticipation for the moment when we shall, once again,

Fall blissfully into the indulgent arms of sinful abandon.

Thus burdened, we bend our backs to the rhythm of the Cosmic Mill

Wandering this indigo sphere, itself a wayward son of suns,

Seeking occasional shelter beneath a canopy of low expectations,

With familiar follies and the elixir that will awake those slumbering desires we have yet to know.

And so upon each seventh circuit of the sun

In the cherished company of our bonnie spheremates

We gather ‘round the warm glow of the Haberdashery’s enduring hearth,

Distilling wayward souls and alchemical wanderings into lucid sparks of ephemeral truth

To find momentary pause, fleeting as it may be, from the burden of all our imagined woes.

Come As You Are

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Cocktail Hour is on for this Friday evening.

Please feel free to stop by for a quickie . . .  or to linger . . .

CB

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