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Hiya--
In the next few minutes, I will do a few things.
Firstly, I will tatter together a few words for this week's missive on Pubnight with the usual smattering of a few cute phrases. Secondly, I will inform you we have a birthday celebration. Lastly, I will recall for you our last visit to Madame X about 14 months ago.
Oh, the beauty of formulas… here goes:
My dearest comrades of Pubnights past, we gather together tomorrow to enjoy each other's company and drink to the final weeks of summer. We celebrate the birthday of our beloved, Beth, who chose Madame X, an establishment reminiscent of a gaudy, yet comfy brothel house from days we never knew (ah, the pity). When last we lit upon the doorstep of Madame X, we laughed about all the Pussy Galore that trickled down our throats. Oh, and the Blue Floozies, how funny we were. Again and again, repeating the drink names to each other as if the joke never got old. Well, it's time again to whip out the same old puns. Come along, let's go have fun.
The New York Times writes about Madame X: "The operative word at this bordello-like lounge is "red." Bathed in sultry, scarlet hues, the cavernous back room is like Dracula's foyer, a labyrinth of red-velvet couches, Victorian lamps and other accoutrements. Contrary to what the name intones, there are no leather-clad fetishists about, just a mixed, young-professional crowd chatting from deep within the plush furniture."
Come, let's be merry!
The Milky Mistress, Mike & Rebecca