Hey! Bacchus. This party sucks. Everybody's bitching. Nobody's having fun except Mick and the fair one - and they're having their own party. Bad puns, bad poetry, bad costumes...and no sea shanties! The sheep (camel) is blood rare and LonesomeEJ is well done. Hesperis is down to 54 amphorae - if she takes one more swig or dances one more jig she'll be decorating the wall with recycled wine. MMario thought it was a Renaissance theme party. He's tickling the boys with that damn feather and goosing the girls with his lute. Bert's totally confused. One hornful of wine and he's passed out under a fig tree rambling on about "the mile high club". Next year, hire a caterer. Now, get back here and get this thing organized!