Hello darlings,

If anyone would like the honor, pleasure, and thrill of watching one of the most arrogant men you'll ever have the displeasure of meeting (Seneca being seldom read and Moshe Dayan long deceased, aleva sholem) utterly humiliated in public (whilst sober!), I plan to visit the Texas Hold 'Em tables at least once over the course of the weekend. The best place, of course, is Binion's, but whatever's handy will serve in a pinch. I'm not certain I'm qualified to sit at the /worst/ table in Vegas, truth be told, but if anyone else is game for a rout (my poker face consisting of the same grin Ainandil wears after he's stolen from someone, or completed a trademark post on the bards), walk up and hit me.

Wait, that's twenty-one. Maybe I should stick to what I know best: drinking.

Anyone who witnessed or participated in the Great Champagne Disaster of 2002 is welcome to hit me up for a drink.

I'll see you all very soon. Drive, fly, or Moon Gate safely, gang.

Love,

Father Ainandil

"Rank on rank the host of heaven
Spreads its vanguard on the way,
As the Light of light descendeth
From the realms of endless day,
That the powers of hell may vanish
As the darkness clears away."