The Heretik and Lefty Louise welcome you to Lefty's for Saturday Sunset on the Bay of Confusion. Drop a comment or a link in the tip cup to keep bartenders Paul T. Geist and Franz K. happy, or as happy as can be. We will see .. . . more to follow. . . .this is everywhere . . .
Louise will be at the door to keep out the riff raff, but once you are in riff away. All drinks are on the absent but well loved Betty Blogger. Thanks for your support
Good times will be had by all tonight!
Posted by: Lefty Louise | July 02, 2005 at 07:07 PM
A bloody mary to start the evening methinks.
Posted by: Shakespeare's Sister | July 02, 2005 at 07:09 PM
A Lone Star for this one--I'm going to a rockabilly show later tonight.
Posted by: Amanda Marcotte | July 02, 2005 at 07:11 PM
Bloody for you then, Sister. I hope we don't get too many drunken philosophers tonight.
Posted by: The Heretik | July 02, 2005 at 07:12 PM
Mead for me, please.
Posted by: Wills | July 02, 2005 at 07:12 PM
Lone Star for the Mouse. Texas, what about Rove?
Posted by: The Heretik | July 02, 2005 at 07:14 PM
Rockabilly, eh? Who's performing? Gallon Drunk wouldn't happen to be on the bill, would they?
Posted by: Shakespeare's Sister | July 02, 2005 at 07:14 PM
I love the rockabilly
Posted by: Buddy H | July 02, 2005 at 07:17 PM
The band is called the Flametrick Subs. They're something else--psychobilly like The Cramps. They have cheerleaders, too, called the Satan's Cheerleaders. It's a bunch of women wearing leather cheerleader uniforms that say 666 and are all punked out dancing during the entire show. Good times.
Posted by: Amanda Marcotte | July 02, 2005 at 07:20 PM
666? The mark of the beast.
Posted by: The Heretik | July 02, 2005 at 07:22 PM
They didn't have such things in my day. Back then, even the women were men. Onstage, I mean.
Posted by: Wills | July 02, 2005 at 07:26 PM
Wills, I like what you did with ghosts in your plays. Though some think Hamlet's dad later on was a little over the top.
Posted by: Paul T. Geist | July 02, 2005 at 07:33 PM
True enough. My sister warned me about that....
Sigh.
More mead, if you will.
Posted by: Wills | July 02, 2005 at 07:39 PM
Have what you will, Wills. Mead? I will work on being more noble in faculty, but I am a ghost.
Posted by: Paul T. Geist | July 02, 2005 at 07:42 PM
Mead, yes. And some bangers and mash, if this is a pub that serves food, as well.
Posted by: Wills | July 02, 2005 at 07:51 PM
bangers and mash?
Posted by: John Howard | July 02, 2005 at 07:59 PM
Let me translate into American for you, my good man. Sausages and mashed potatos. Traditional pub grub here in Blighty.
Posted by: Wills | July 02, 2005 at 08:04 PM
Bangers and Mash, John! But no barbeque and porn?
Posted by: Paul T. Geist | July 02, 2005 at 08:05 PM
Boy, this place gets a little wierd early on, Louise.
Posted by: The Heretik | July 02, 2005 at 08:06 PM
Has Wills had too much mead again? Oh no. Please get him something to eat. He's a lightweight. And he gets terribly verbose when he's drunk.
Posted by: Shakespeare's Sister | July 02, 2005 at 08:10 PM
Wills can stay at my place if he gets a little too along. I have a thing for a poet of the heart.
Posted by: Lefty Louise | July 02, 2005 at 08:12 PM
Good evening, ladies and germs.
Posted by: Lance Mannion | July 02, 2005 at 08:20 PM
Germs? Where? Get me some tissue boxes and tinfoil, stat!
Posted by: Howard Hughes | July 02, 2005 at 08:22 PM
Mannion, you always come in the side door.
Posted by: Lefty Louise | July 02, 2005 at 08:23 PM
Germs? Don't touch them. Let me get my petrie dish.
Posted by: Marie Curie | July 02, 2005 at 08:24 PM