Cajun Mayo Rocks! (Or, Why I Love No-Love Thursday; A Recap.)

A quick post on last evening's meeting of the No-Love Thursday Drinking Club and Mutual Aid Society (Gordon Lightfoot Chapter #006--we have a license to maim, but not kill.)

Members of good standing present: Babu Ghannj Girl, Polish Village Girl, the ever nattily dressed M. Chamberlin, Newspaper Man; along with John Q. Public, Mrs. JQP, Pastor Bob, Tony Two Times and this reporter (who arrived admittedly late into the proceedings.) My tardiness necessitates that most of this recap be based on anecdotal evidence.

Many drinks were had; but surprisingly, few songs were sung (I attribute it to the overload of holiday music, and the generousness of the bartender's pouring skills.) A very laid back event last evening, with low-key fellowship, and surprisingly introspective conversation about things of value and merit (although it was rumored that Polish Village Girl had been in a flirtatious mood earlier, with several thinly veiled entendres.) Just what you might expect from the area's intellegensia. Several fine kitchen creations were consumed, along with the usual prodigal number of cocktails. The meeting adjourned at a reasonable hour.

Not a very exciting post, but hey...the event was fun nonetheless. Join us, won't you?

(BTW: On a related note, it-chick's petition is being considered for membership; and looks good thus far for induction in the next few weeks. More will be posted soon.)

EDIT: I realized that i meant to type 'prodigious' above in reference to the number of cocktails, but after careful contemplation, I realized that the drinks consumed at NLT often come back to us (usually in the middle of the night, or early in the morning after.) They are prodigal indeed. So I will let my original post stand.