Instead of sitting around pretending we are in a real pub, I got the idea that we should actually have a real party and drink (those of you who drink) for real. That is to say, every time you make a comment about ordering a drink at the pub, you have to REALLY take a drink at that time. Of course you will have to BYOB, because I can't pass you a drink through your computer. But at least you will be drinking what you prefer to drink. And we will also play our preferred music in the background, and I will try to make comments which make the wrestling and stripping and lap dances seem realistic.
And we will do this for a few hours until we get wasted, and then we will get together the next day and read our comments as they become stupider and stupider as the night progresses.
So that's what I meant by having a party at the pub. Only no VIRTUAL drinking this time - the real thing. I already know how Claire acts when she is sloshed (a pretty clear-headed drunk, actually) but I need to find out about Catherine, and others, so I can blackmail you later. Petra, obviously is high on my list. The non drinkers can egg us on and still participate in the entertainment. I will be especially vulnerable because I seldom drink lately, and that means I will begin to be stupid(er) after only a couple of drinks. But I won't pass out after two drinks like Canucklehead does. (We will have to make Canucklehead ration his drinks and drink beer only by the shot glass, otherwise he will go silent on us very quickly. His brain is very susceptible to outside influences - that's probably why Debbie has him under her spell.)
I will let you know when the wrestlers are ready. They are already trying to chicken out, I think. So abuse and ridicule from me may be required in that department. Catherine, by the way, will be in charge of drinking games. You will have to do what she says.
Below is a picture of Canucklehead at our last party when we first opened the pub. Mind you, this was after only two beers. (I lie - he had actually had about 27 beers or something like that.) But that reminds me: we want you to encourage your spouse/partner/friend to take pictures of you as the night progresses, so we can put them up here at the pub and humiliate you as much as possible. I especially want closeups of your blank staring eyes. I already have such a picture of Claire (but I am not obsessed with Claire, btw) which is shown at the very bottom of this post, just to show her new friends what she is really like when she is not playing with her Willy and acting all proper.
Pain is good for you. It makes you stronger. How does that go again? "That which doesn't kill me makes me stronger." Frederick Nieche. I don't know. Soubriquet or Descartes would know. That's close enough. Later.
Below is that picture of Claire standing on another planet, that I promised you. I Photoshopped out the drool running down her chin, just for the purposes of decorum. Catherine is also in charge of our pub decorum standards, I have also decided.Note the fixated pupils, like a deer caught in a spotlight by a hunter.