An empty pub doesn't make for much excitement, does it?
I've been into other silliness elsewhere -- and a few of the features I've been planning are being held up a bit because of it. Makes me feel cold...
Of course, that doesn't mean you can't visit; our house is yours, you all know that. There are things you've probably not read or seen or heard still crouching in the shadows, lingering in hallways, hiding in the dark behind a candle flame.
Come haunt and hang. I reserve the blood red ruby port for myself, but every other bottle is fair game, and on the house until I return.
(I'm pretty generous with the make-believe hootch, ain't I?)
Anyway, I hope you are all well and making ready for Spring to... uh, spring.
We'll have a fine evening here for the Feast of St. Patrick, though with a decidedly All Hallowed's twist...