The party's over, and our place now smells like stale beer and middle eastern food. Thanks to everyone who stopped by. My apologies for those that got hit with flying Kibbee balls as they were leaving. Justus insisted that they'd fly if they were "freed", and thrown off the roof, and - well, he was wrong.
For those of you that missed the event, stop by when you're in town and see the new space. There's a beer here waiting for you.
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