You know, if someone were to re-adjust the floorboards in the path leading away from the table (which inevitably gets plugged up so you have to thrash your way out) to be VERY uneven, it might work. I'd buy a machete, but it's slightly possible some overly sensitive soul might object.

I left early, but I've been doing a lot of that lately. I really don't enjoy feeling murderous. (Usually no specific target.) To anyone reading, I'm talking about the Friday sessions.

The last (and first) shanty session was EXTREMELY civilized, polite, and quiet except for the gentle, tasteful strains of shanties and forebitters.