Okay, okay. So it's a little damp. Maybe it will be gone by noon. There's umbrellas for the tables, but I don't suppose they'll do that much good if it drips too much. (Come on, concentrate -- we've got enough mental power to push the clouds away!)

The chairs are all in the house and dry -- as is the interior of the house. Not quite as much room as the great outdoors, but plenty of room for music and food and all. We'll have to trek up the driveway to admire the ladyslippers anyway.

The porta-potty is, of course, still outside and is still the preferred choice for that sort of thing as our poor composting toilet can't take the stress of parties.

Come on down!

Bat Goddess