It was time for another century mark to be passed and so as we were getting close to Labor Day I announced that 600th post celebration would be a backyard BBQ. The only problem was I really didn’t have a backyard. I did however have a back alley. It wasn’t a bad place to start as it had a nice dirt path and three sizable trees. It also had a dumpster and my hazardous waste destroyer. The hazardous waste destroyer (HWD) is where I poor all my bad theology to be incinerated. It was a gift from some science fiction writer who will remain nameless. Some government project she said. It is perfectly safe and ecologically sound. No, really.
After some looking about, decided it would be a great place for an open air court for the pub. I did some quick rearranging and hired a contractor to make some changes.
I set the dumpster and HWD in a corner and surrounded them by a privacy fence with gate. Out of sight and out of mind. I then surrounded the whole alley area with a privacy fence as well; this is a ‘clothing optional’ pub after all and some neighbors would be offended. Coupled with the four story buildings around me the place should be free from noise from the information superhighway. I then decided to set up tables with sun umbrellas and chairs. I set up a few stone paths and hired a gardener to plant some nice stuff. She did a great job so I hired her on to keep the place up during the months we can use it. Winter is Coming. 😉 Between this and the three lovely trees that already existed it became a lovely scene. It has some more open space left so I added a small stage like the on inside in another corner and an outdoor bar and of course an outdoor grill.
The only real creature that hated the whole thing was the grey tiger stripped alley cat who lived there. I had dubbed him Pontius Pilate, a name with a long story of how it gets attached to a cat. Pontius was not in the least amused about us disturbing his former happy home. Even more problematic is now Pint was out there. Or so I thought, it seem Pint is a dog traitor as he actually seems to get along with cats and not other dogs. Pontius also seemed to take Pint fairly well. It may be they have a few things in common – sleeping and alcohol. Pontius however is not so much a beer cat, he would rather have wine. Stuck up snob. My philosophy with cats is pretty simple, if they stay out of my way and don’t bother me I do the same for them. Pontius was at first ruffled by all the changes but soon got over it as he found he could get a lot of wine by just hanging around cat loving humans.
The back alley transformed and its one angry resident appeased, it was time for the party. I invited every one of course and it turned out pretty well. I had Scotch and Miss Wine man the grill. It was fairly warm out so I was not surprised to see the Scotch had decided that the only thing he would wear was his kilt. I warned him not to burn anything and he smiled. Miss Wine decided to were more of a platform high heal to give some more stability on the open and uneven ground of the alley. She of course was wearing nothing else but the high heals seemed to give her that added height to flip burgers and handle hotdogs correctly.
The warm weather also prompted my barmaids to have a small revolution of sorts as the all changed out their long skirts for short ones coming to mid-thigh. Just low enough to cover the edge of their stockings and garters. I agreed that whenever one of them had to work out here they could wear it and I noticed they set up a rotation for the weeks ahead fairly quickly. Probably a little more of a distraction because all of them have nice legs. I could tell by the look on Pina Colada’s face that she would rather have been down to skin but she endured.
Perhaps this party could have been best described as a little more subdued than the beach party as it involved a less dancing and a lot more drinking of theology. It was more of an attitude of enjoying new surroundings and each other. The last summer hurrah so to speak and it was enjoyable.
Vodka and Sherry were arm and arm and it was a good thing to see. I loved watching them when they are like this even though Vodka can be jerk sometimes I feel he is good for Sherry and her for him. They were always talking and both of them had some really great and new ideas. Now engaged, there was a wedding planned for the 700th post as I understanding it and now they are telling me they would like to have it her in the ‘alley park’ as people were coming to call it.
Colonel Gin and Professor Bourbon were getting in a game of checkers. Chess board inside; Checkers outside. Even checkers was a major thought process for Bourbon but Gin was the only one disciplined enough to play with him and not lose his cool. Brandy had a hand on Gin’s shoulder and a smile on her face and I realized Gin would probably win out as a good woman is sometimes is all the inspiration a man needs to win anything.
Captain Rum was absent out on the high seas again. Tepache was standing all in red under the Oak tree in the middle of the alley looking mysterious. The Champagne’s had arrived as to be expected completely in the buff but in this case truly buff. No shoes, no jewelry or any body paint. Playing the part of the true naturists they were.
Everyone one relaxed and enjoying a lazy time together. That is except for Pint. Three big trees were just too much for a little dog to maintain bladder control.
Welcome to All Things Rabyd, your friendly neighborhood ‘clothing optional’ theology pub. I, the Rabyd Theologian and your bartender, thank you for stopping by. Please drink your theology responsibly or have a designated driver to get you home. Please tip your waitress and they might give you a kiss on the cheek. Just remember life is short so enjoy it. Blessings and Cheers!