February 20th, 2005

I Will Not Defame New Orleans.

Friday Poker Night Is Moved…

Okay, okay, I know we all had plans for another Poker Night chez Clifford this Friday, but we've moved it…

…to Saturday. It will be worth the move as the night has expanded into a sumptuous smorgasbord of entertainment and bonhomie and cocktails, cocktails, cocktails.



A dandy affair, spreading like a rash
through both halves of Clifford,
Upstairs, Downstairs,
So many rooms,
With various themes, hobbies and passtimes:
Poker Room.
Pill-Poppin' White Trash Elvisopoly.
Beaver, King of River.
"Grand Theft Auto," aka: "Hooker Homicide" on the plasma enormo-screen.
Recital Conservatory.
Costume closet.
Naked shark-infested bloodbath (towels provided for the damp-of-heart).
Magic Garden Ring of Fire.
Oh, and did I mention cocktails?

BYOsomethingorother. Drinkies, kibbles, whathaveyou.

Though certainly not required, if you know and (thus) love Pamela and wish to bring her a birthday prezzie, she is fond of oaky, buttery chardonnays, curios in the shape of a chicken, rooster or cock, and exotic liquors and liqueurs that are difficult to pronounce and even more difficult to consume.

Mark your fussy little dayplanner now, and do, do come by, won't you?

Dress to regress.

If you haven't been to Clifford before, email me for the address.

See you there.
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