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[jack_babalon]

Welcome to Terminus Frolicon!!!

Please... come in, come in. Allow me to take your coat... heyyyy... have you lost weight? Really? Heh! Well anyway, feel free to make yourself at home... did you have any trouble finding us? No? Excellent... so, as you can see we've made a few changes since we last had you over... oh nothing major... a draught here, a tornado there, just a touch of economic downturn to give it some 'energy'... so whaddya think? I find it really throws the city together and gives it a kind of... oh I don't know... a 'third-world chic' if you will. Oh, speaking of which the Dali Lama is here... I knoooow, he's got his own room and everything! I told him you were going to be in town and he said he'd definitely try to make it by... he made no promises of course (he is rather busy at the moment)... but he really regrets having missed your visit last year! I'm sorry... where are my manners... would you care for a drink? A martini perhaps? Something stronger maybe? Well... you know your way around, help yourself to our scrumptious Dogwood and Japanese Magnolia blooms... I'll be around should you need anything... and hey... enjoy your Dionysian revelry while you're here!

Comments

[catwalk.livejournal.com]

might you partake of the dionysian revelry?

[jackbabalon23.livejournal.com]

Not on my budget sadly... plus I have to keep working on the 'never-ending-novel'! Hope you're having a good time though!

[catwalk.livejournal.com]

:-( sad i won't get to see you,
but i understand the call of the story-that-won't-not-be-told.

[featherynscale.livejournal.com]

Dammit. I have no Dionysian revelry. I suppose I'd better make some. Or put on pants. Or something.

[jackbabalon23.livejournal.com]

"This ain't no party, this ain't no disco... this ain't no Dionysian revelry..." sorry got a touch of the David Byrne this morning... mainly though, I just want to stress that there really is never a good reason to have pants on while surfing the net... I mean you just never know when a Dionysian revelry is gonna go down... even at work back in the Cube Farm my corporate masters knew that while I was at lunch or on my 15 minute federally mandated break... that I wasn't going to wear pants... it's my break and i'll sans pantaloons if I want!!!