Well, me fellow lads and lasses, I fear Sancho was being a bit nice and clever when he told the story of what occurred. Here's what really happened. At the end of the Space Cowboys gig, I climbed back up on the stage to give every member a hearty hug and kiss on the cheek, and when I got to Rattlesnake Joe, who was at the front of the stage, me darned steel tipped boot (right rudder) got stuck in me pretty skirts. I didn't just fall off the stage. I was propelled airborn, and then fell with an unseemly thump, the "liver lights" as they say, knocked out of me. Sancho covered for me, and then carried me up to me private room.
But I hear that folks stayed on; the bands played bravely and raucously; folks got so smashed they didn't know what the heck was going on, though I hear everone enjoyed it when Sancho figured out how to open the door to the external dome seating and brought the stars into the pub. Of course, yer all stars in me thinkin'. But I'm not surprised that Hoodlum found himself tangled up in a rug. Doesn't sound like too bad an experience. I hope everyone had a great time, and now that Hope's Haven is officially open, we will be having special evenin's. (Of course, every eveniin' at the Haven is special, but I am speakin' in the way of special acts or events.)
I'm still nursin' a wee (well actually maybe twice a wee) lump on my head and have aches all over, but Sancho is plying me with me own special healin' brew, and I expect to be up and about in no time. Thanks to all for showin' up to toast the openin' of me new place, and please spread the word, for Hope's Haven is more than just a pub. It is also a place for anyone seeking sanctuary, and I have lots of very comfy hidy holes where folks can rest up, recuperate, or just stay out of the way of something nasty for awhile. Needless to say, the full fare of the pub, both food and drink is available.
And a special thanks for Hoodlum for sending me "Hey 19" by Steely Dan. Always liked the music of that lot.
I'll soon be back in the bar, tendin' with me lovely wenches, but in the meantime, they do a darned good job without me.
