Normally I would have been wearing a party toga, but out of respect for Celtia and the redhaired barkeepress who begged me to wear it, I donned a kilt for the ocassion. Little did I suspect that there would be a food fight, that my woolen kilt would be soaked with goop and that I'd be FORCED to ripped it off my body. Thanks again to the Red haired beauty of a barkeep I wasn't wearing anything underneath, as she also begged me to "hang loose" so there I was naked and figured, "hey! what the hell". So then on my way out the door I bent over to, er, scratch my big toe, unwittingly mooning a few people. So I'm here to say I bragged my kilt off and to apologize to all of you who may have

missed my exit. *grin* Rome Rules Food Fights!