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Party Time at the Old Citadel

Hello! I just overheard a conversation between my son and a friend about this weekend's wedding shindig. He told his pal, "We're all working our asses off but we're turning this house into a party castle." 

Oh yeah. That is precisely what we are doing. I'm festooning the ramparts with flowers, lighting the torches, and preparing to lower the drawbridge. Our meadhall will be rockin' because this lady-in-waiting knows how to get medieval. I swear to Grendel, no one will leave our keep without a belly full of roast beast. 

So do excuse my brevity and my dragon breath but I'll be back next week after the fuss dies down and the fires burn out.  


If that was too short for you, or if it's raining out and you are cozy right where you are, here's a favorite old post about throwing a party for my bestie next door. 


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