Welcome to... The Saloon

[Hammer of Los]

Give me a large one.

My tongue is sore.

It hurts so hard from biting it.

On second thoughts, you probably shouldnt give me that drink. It'll loosen my tongue, and I might end up saying something I regret.

Take care, friends.

[compared2what?]

Here. Have a large one on me. And speak your mind. Because....Well, why wouldn't you? And I don't mean that in a scary way. Your mind matters. Speak it, please.

[elfismiles]

Raise a glass to Peace and Love and Community...

[Percival]

Cheers, dude.

[Perelandra]

I'll drink to that, elfis.



Now I have to go find the fascinating Mr ash...

[Peregrine]

I owe yet another apology. Peregrine gave me latte with brandy in it, and I didn't even offer her a drink in return. Where's my manners? My pub etiquette is slipping. Sorry about that.

Willow, can I have another latte with brandy for Peregrine, please (even though it's about a week late), and a round for everyone else.

I'll have another pint of whisky. It's not really the done thing, I know, but desperate times call for really big measures.

Awe thanks Ahab, what a doll. And not to worry, forgot all about the brandied latte

I like it so much better in the saloon... And the barmaid is adorable...

[Project Willow]

A round for all on me and a toast to that Eflis.

[§ê¢rꆧ]

Can I smoke in here? Or is it non-smoking?

[compared2what?]

I'll drink to that. I also apologize to Percival. And, if he'll allow it, toast him and the dead men he's drinking with. Both of whom I been in saloons with when they were still drawing breath, actually. Which is not saying much. I mean, to have been in the same bar with someone isn't really a sign of anything other than a space-time coincidence. Nevertheless, it seemed like major news to me back when, on both occasions.

Because, yes, I really was that much of a fucking dork. And still am, in fact. I cringe to think of it. Thank god that at least I finally learned how to dress a little better. I mean, I could still tell the whole saloon about every detail of the godawful spandex and thrift-shop ensembles I was wearing while being such a nobody that I felt accomplished for having been in the general vicinity of well-known people. And I would, too. If only I hadn't (a) probably already put the whole room to sleep; and (b) been working such a really disastrously-not-cute early-failed-aspiring-punk-chick look at the time that it just doesn't bear speaking of.

FWIW, I did subsequently meet Mr. Hoffman. Though much, much later. And guess I could say that I knew him. Very slightly. But enough to want to have a drink in his honor. He was very charismatic. (Stop the presses, I know.) Though we certainly weren't, like, drinking buddies. We'd met.

In any event. Long story short. As you all already know, I was and still am a total geek. Plus, a former failed teenage D-list punk-rock groupie. And seriously. That's gotta be just about as pathetic as it gets.

So in all humility, here's to them, and to the living Monsieur, aussi. If he'll stoop to accept the tribute.

Cheers.

(Forgive me, elfi. A draft is in the works.)

[Project Willow]

Can I smoke in here? Or is it non-smoking?

As long as it is virtual, smoke away! In real life, you cannot smoke in the Saloon, thanks to the smoking ban. I believe I was in the Saloon the night it went to effect, or got passed, I'm not sure which. When my friend Dave was still employed there, he would lock the doors and hand out ashtrays when only the regulars were about. Shh, don't tell anyone.

Does me no good now anyway as I am nearly one year smoke free!

C2W, that may be another thread entirely, notable people with whom we've been in bars.

[barracuda]

If you have any whipped cream, I guess I wouldn't mind taking a big tug of nitrous off the top, then fill a mug with the cream and pour whiskey all over me. Please. I could really use a major dolphin giggle.

[Project Willow]

If you giggle too hard I might misdirect the cream.

[Percival]

I'll drink to that. I also apologize to Percival. And, if he'll allow it, toast him and the dead men he's drinking with. Both of whom I been in saloons with when they were still drawing breath, actually. Which is not saying much. I mean, to have been in the same bar with someone isn't really a sign of anything other than a space-time coincidence. Nevertheless, it seemed like major news to me back when, on both occasions.

Because, yes, I really was that much of a fucking dork. And still am, in fact. I cringe to think of it. Thank god that at least I finally learned how to dress a little better. I mean, I could still tell the whole saloon about every detail of the godawful spandex and thrift-shop ensembles I was wearing while being such a nobody that I felt accomplished for having been in the general vicinity of well-known people. And I would, too. If only I hadn't (a) probably already put the whole room to sleep; and (b) been working such a really disastrously-not-cute early-failed-aspiring-punk-chick look at the time that it just doesn't bear speaking of.

FWIW, I did subsequently meet Mr. Hoffman. Though much, much later. And guess I could say that I knew him. Very slightly. But enough to want to have a drink in his honor. He was very charismatic. (Stop the presses, I know.) Though we certainly weren't, like, drinking buddies. We'd met.

In any event. Long story short. As you all already know, I was and still am a total geek. Plus, a former failed teenage D-list punk-rock groupie. And seriously. That's gotta be just about as pathetic as it gets.

So in all humility, here's to them, and to the living Monsieur, aussi. If he'll stoop to accept the tribute.

Cheers.

(Forgive me, elfi. A draft is in the works.)

[barracuda]

If you giggle too hard I might misdirect the cream.

Gotta soak up this bourbon with somethin', sweetheart.

[Project Willow]

That's either gonna turn into a lick suit or hobo suit. Good luck with it honey!