Being Friday the 9th of May, 2014 ...

Numbers varied throughout the evening, but we managed to pay the rent.

For some strange reason Lucy and Paul wished it would rain ...

I wish they hadn't sung that song

Roger 'regurgitated an albatross' ...

... a flashing turquoise blade ...
For 'albatross regurgitation' read 'something Roger writ that he has done before.'
Roger's regurgitation never fails to enchant.

Elayne brought along her extensive and immaculately ordered repertoire ...

"Yes, I know them all!"

Mick did some fine fiddling ...

In company of Tony we revolted ...

Aux armes, citoyens, To arms, citizens, Formez vos bataillons, Form your battalions, Marchons, marchons ! Let's march, let's march! Qu'un sang impur Let an impure blood Abreuve nos sillons ! Water our furrows! (repeat)

Aux armes, citoyens,	To arms, citizens,
Formez vos bataillons,	Form your battalions,
Marchons, marchons !	Let's march, let's march!
Qu'un sang impur	Let an impure blood
Abreuve nos sillons !	Water our furrows! (repeat)

Aux armes, citoyens,

To arms, citizens,

Formez vos bataillons,

Form your battalions,

Marchons, marchons !

Let's march, let's march!

Qu'un sang impur

Let an impure blood

Abreuve nos sillons !

Water our furrows! (repeat)

Nobody lost their heads, but there was one hopeful soul ...

Great song, Melissa.
Full lyrics at http://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/The_Wayfaring_Stranger_(song)

We parted, near-silently, in hopes that the morn might bring ...

but on Saturday it rained!