[Loch-Ruadh] Eighth Annual Padraig Ruad O’Maolagain Wake and Bardic Beerfest!

[Pádraig Ruad Ó Maolagáin]

Oh, the wailing, the mourning, the gnashing of teeth!  Sackcloth and
ashes! A dark, dire day of danger, death and destruction, a dreary dearth
of delight, deadly to dozens of doleful denizens doomed to dwell in
dimness, dullness, despair and dementia!

And a great reason to hold one heck of a party!

Yes, it’s the Eighth Annual Padraig Ruad O’Maolagain Wake and Bardic
Beerfest!

Date:  Saturday, 13 May
Time:  4:00PM to Whenever
Place:  Polydore Pike’s Primary Place of Palatial Permanence
	660 Springfield Road, Springtown

PLEASE NOTE that the date has changed from 6 May, due to the gathering of
the Ansteorran Royal Navy at Beltaine on that weekend.  If you show up at
Polydore's on the 6th, he'll put you to work on lawnmowing or some other
task.

Potluck Feast: Please bring something to share for the feast.  Polydore
               and I usually char some dead animals on the grill, but other
               meats are welcome as well.
Other feast items to consider bringing:
	Bread
	Cheese
	Raw vegetables and dip
	Cooked vegetables
        Baked Beans (hint hint, Dunstan)
	Pickles
	Chips
        Fruit
	Desserts
        Bread Pudding (hint hint, Janie)
        Or whatever recipe you want to show off/try out on your friends
        (or enemies)

Things to bring:  Snacks, whatever you like to drink, mugs, chairs,
personal tables, coolers, musical instruments, songbooks, etcetera.

Food!  Drink!  Dancing!  Singing!  A dead Irishman in a coffin!  What more
could you ask for?

The Dead Bard Competition – Not the most prestigious Bardic mantle a bard
might ever wear, but perhaps one of the most interesting.  Bring your best
songs, poetry and prose about Death, Destruction, Gloom and Doom (and no,
it’s not just a typical Irish bardic circle).  Compete for the honor (?)
of being the Dead Bard.

Garb is optional, clothing is not - we do TRY to be family friendly.

Come help us celebrate Life with our annual spoof on Death.

Padraig
-- 
Nunc est bibendum.
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Politicians prefer unarmed peasants.