Enough of this Maine seagull-poop. The place is ^$&#ing freezing! IF it weren't for the warmth of our friends there, the place would have shattered off the coast to bob around in the Atlantic for a while before drifting South and melting!

The sainted FSGW has finally seen their way clear to creeping South again, so people can sing without the distraction of shivering and chattering teeth! Forget anything you heard about any 3-way at the old Ramblewood, except the number of people in mittens and scarves and blankets you hope sat VERY close to you on benches so you didn't freeze to death after dark. Or the number of people you were sure to wake up with your epithets when the shower water hit you and the piece of saran wrap they covered the stalls with blew up.

Dani (not having seen the new place, but looking forward to a bunk without needing 4 down comforters)

Check your messages, Skarpi.