" What the hell kind of place is this," I exclaimed.

The guy with the possum had managed to fade into the crowd- which is saying something. I had never seen such a motley crew of misfits, ne'er-do-wells, and pure lunatics in my life. The place was spattered with lime jello and Guiness. A tall heavy-set red haired maniac was scampering around in a thong bikini. An English guy was dumping wheelbarrow-loads of more jello powder into what looked like a large spa. A woman sat at the bar drinking a disturbingly sweet drink, and wearing a cat on her head. People were massaging each other with Baby Oil and Bullseye Barbecue sauce. Several attractive women were skinny-dipping in a crystal clear creek in a beautiful meadow out the back door, where there was apparently some pagan festival going on.

In short, my kind of place. I walked up to the bar. Time enough for one quick drink, then back to my own thread." Four Roses," I told the bartender."Neat."