Posted by Polka Goddess on Friday, 13 November 1998, at 7:17 p.m.
Decorations in place? Food arrived.
I see the band is already tuning up.
Kronos' favorite Quartet
Posted by Guinevere W. MacWench, Chief Wench of Connor on Friday, 13 November 1998, at 7:24 p.m.
My presents ready. My steel-toed boots are on. Let's PARTY!
Posted by Polka Goddess on Friday, 13 November 1998, at 7:33 p.m.
The Rear-End of Time is being a horse's "no.....try three letters" again.
Wants me to check to make sure he'll be properly greeted with decorations, food, music and of course presents. Lot of Presents.
I'll go out and get him.
The Guest of Dishonor
Posted by Riot MacWench on Friday, 13 November 1998, at 7:36 p.m.
But soooooo, worth the wait...
Posted by Riot MacWench on Friday, 13 November 1998, at 7:25 p.m.
Just got the streamers in place.
Black and Bronze, right?
We've cleared an area for dancing and his throne is on the raised stage on the west wall.
Should we turn out the lights and yell surprise?
Posted by Polka Goddess on Friday, 13 November 1998, at 7:36 p.m.
You want to yell surprise?
You judge if it is the prudent thing to do.
Do you really want to surprise this man?
Posted by Guinevere W. MacWench, Chief Wench of Connor on Friday, 13 November 1998, at 7:27 p.m.
What, do you want everyone beheaded? Yell surprise? Are you crazy?
Posted by Riot MacWench on Friday, 13 November 1998, at 7:31 p.m.
flip the switch back on!
And for badness sake, will someone please get those plastic knives outta here, remember what almost happened last time...
Posted by Polka Goddess on Friday, 13 November 1998, at 7:41 p.m.
Quietly wish him a joyous....no, strike that,......profitable natal day.
Genuflect if you wish.
Drop the presents and quickly step backwards several paces.
(I THOUGHT I TOLD YOU TO LEAVE THAT IN THE CAR!)
In Loco (ready to jump back behind the nearest shield)--Friday, 13 November 1998, at 7:41 p.m.
Posted by Polka Goddess on Friday, 13 November 1998, at 7:54 p.m.
He's finally starting to get into the spirit of the evening.
Look at the B-Boy now.
Not Raeven and Caspian
Socks the First Cat
Jeanne Rose and the MacWoWs
Posted by Godiva, Polka Goddess and Party Hostess on Friday, 13 November 1998, at 11:06 p.m.
I'm afraid the Birthday Leatherboy is getting the grumps.
It's past his bed-time. And he wants a story first. With tinsel. So I'm putting him in the car and taking him back to the Kompound.
He thanks everyone for the presents. (And there are buckets of ice in strategic places around the room for those of you who had the honor of dancing with him. I'm sure you know what to do.)
I'm sure Cori and her team of bootlickers will be by to clean up the decorations and buffet remains in a timely manner.
Good night, all.
Posted by Riot MacWench on Friday, 13 November 1998, at 11:24 p.m.
all the great dances.
I'm sure everyone had a wonderful time.
Check the glove box in the car, someone told me there is a *special* box of tinsel there!
~Riot Chief Worshiper
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