Far and away

Parting is such sweet sorrow.

Watch yourselves for a while.


  1. I don't believe this for a minute. Where is "away?" It's even more remote than the imagined destination most Americans have when we say, "I'll just throw this junk away." There is no away. We mean we'll throw it around, someplace else, out of sight, out of mind.

    But Bartender clearly is an eternal spirit of some kind. He speaks of The Wulfshead clientele from centuries ago, the good old days. There's no going away in Eternity. He's still here. Maybe he's a shapeshifter...but I'll bet he'd show up if there were a real emergency.

    As for mixing my own drinks, forget it. Fortunately I have some bags of Lightning Grass. I'll be all right until this charade is concluded.

  2. I am a pretty good mixologist and keep my own bar stocked even if I don't drink. I have guests who do drink, and I would be a poor hostess if I weren't able to whip up whatever the guest desires. So if it gets dicy at the Wulfshead, drop by my place and I'll mix up what every you're craving.