Mudcat Christmas Tavern 2012

Subject: RE: Mudcat Christmas Tavern 2012
From: SINSULL
Date: 25 Dec 12 - 10:01 AM

grumble grumble grumblr "damn randy lords are leaping all over those slutty milkmaids. There's cow shit and bird shit everywhere. Swans are nasty things. grumble gRUMBLE


Drums! Drums! Who the hell needs drums first thing in the morning?


And with that SINS goes rummaging in the kitchen for a cup of hot coffee.

Subject: RE: Mudcat Christmas Tavern 2012
From: Rapparee
Date: 25 Dec 12 - 07:00 AM

And in rides a bold highwayman, his sword a trifle bent and his trusty rifle a trifle rusty. Falling from his horse (who trots over to talk with the Giant Squid), he opens one bleery eye and says, "Aagh" as he falls face down into a bowl of warm rice pudding left over from Hallowe'en.

Subject: RE: Mudcat Christmas Tavern 2012
From: Stilly River Sage
Date: 25 Dec 12 - 04:08 AM

A freak "thunder snow" storm breaks over the tavern, and the interior population of small animals and birds increases as ducks, cats, bats, and one giant squid move into the Tavern to escape the cold and racket of the weather.

After about 20 minutes the storm passes, but the critters don't exit.

Subject: RE: Mudcat Christmas Tavern 2012
From: Roger the Skiffler
Date: 25 Dec 12 - 03:18 AM

My contribution this year? Two "interesting" drinks. A sweet red wine from Greece given to me by my guitarist friend Yorgos "Is like port- drink at Christmas" he said. Also a bottle of Hungarian moonshine- home brewed Palinka from the father of my nephew's girlfriend- a souvenir of our trip to Budapest- you could run a plane on it. Perhaps a cocktail of the two? Ottoman Surprise?
RtS

Subject: RE: Mudcat Christmas Tavern 2012
From: Ebbie
Date: 25 Dec 12 - 02:37 AM

Ah. You didn't see me? I've been sitting in this corner for nigh on three days. Too much hullabaloo out there for me. But I'm glad you've come- I like company in fairly small doses.
And wine too. In small doses, I mean. Sometimes larger doses. If you'll look behind the bar counter there - there is a clean spot there I washed off when I came- anyway, if you look behind the bar you'll see a couple of empties from the last couple of days. All cab. Wonderful stuff.

But you're right. It is high time for some food. Meditatin' and cognitatin' call for occasional food.

Subject: RE: Mudcat Christmas Tavern 2012
From: Jack the Sailor
Date: 25 Dec 12 - 01:19 AM

Carol pulls out the book of Christmas accordion arrangements I gave he last year and plays some Christmas classics.

Subject: Mudcat Christmas Tavern 2012
From: Stilly River Sage
Date: 25 Dec 12 - 01:15 AM

A slight white-haired woman slowly pushes open the door to the Mudcat Tavern, shifting dust from the jamb into the air, visible floating in a beam from the porch light as it shines through the glass transom over the door.

"So this is where they come to get up to such hijinx" she whispers to herself. "I've laughed myself silly about that jello pit and the Giant Squid and barbecued auroch and cats swinging in pendulum upside down decorated trees, the ducks, dogs, the various doors, and the closet into the recovery ward."

Stepping into a cavernous wood-floored room with robust beams overhead, she pulls in her shopping cart, stolen from a Kroger parking lot in southwest Fort Worth, Texas, and begins to set boxes and bags on the bar. Cheese and crackers, kim chee, Ro-tel tomatoes, barbecued sausage and brisket, a grilled salmon, and from under the basket, three cases of Shiner Bock beer.

Long considered a figment of Khandu's imagination, the Mother of All BS Threads (MOAB) steps behind the bar and opens the fridge. Tsking in disgust at the state of the molding food on the bottom shelf, she pulls the large plastic trash can over and sets to work. "These kids need to have a great xmas this year without food poisoning sending them all to the ER" she mutters to herself.