Don your masks, sharpen your fangs, and perfect your impish grin! Halloween is upon us! It’s the time of year when the wall between this world and the next crumbles to dust. Spirits evil and vile will be free to cross over and walk among us. But do not fear. The centuries have proven that these spirits can be fooled. All you must do is make them believe you are one of them. So for one night, become a devil, a demon, a ghost or a goblin – any wicked creature of your imagination – and join us at this nefarious drinking establishment. The LGA is hard at work preparing a host of decorations to transform the Ruby Room into a delightful nightmare. Entertainment shall begin with a never-before-seen burlesque fetish freakshow, Pink Boombox. Then, we shall have a ghoul’s night out with the most devilish band in the land, The Burning of Rome, who will be performing an entire set of songs by The Misfits.
Nighttime, Saturday, October 30th
The Ruby Room, 1271 University Ave, San Diego
Tickets can be purchased at the door for $15 or for $12 in the online presale.
Please let us know your coming on Facebook!
Special Event: Dante’s Divine Comedy in the Arena of Verona. When this poster presented itself to me and my wife yesterday evening, I was intrigued. When I read that this opera would be on stage just one night – that very evening – I immediately understood that all of the obligations, charters, bylaws, codes, and maxims of the gentleman adventurer canon demanded that we attend.*
The Romans built the amphitheater in Verona in 30 AD. Despite the Romans’ best efforts to wreck the place with civil wars; nonstop invasions by Visigoths, Ostrogoths, Byzantines, Lombards, and Charlemagne; and a strictly-enforced anti-bridge policy imposed by the Nazis, the arena is still just as much an amphitheatre now as it was two millennia ago. And wow could the Romans build themselves some sweet amphitheatres.
Click the link or you’ll end up in the Fifth Circle of Hell. And you don’t want that. Really, you don’t.
“The pilot is sick,” the Hungarian in front of me said. I’ve always kind of assumed that major airlines had contingencies for what is presumably a common occurrence among jet-flying folk (at least as common as among the rest of us). It turns out they do have a contingency: they cancel the flight. So I got a bonus day in Budapest. Normally, I would consider this a particularly sweet deal, but I had absolutely ruined myself in a forced march around the city the day before. I had only one free day after a work conference and I figured that I’d better see every square foot – err… meter – of Budapest. So I did. No goulash peddler went unseen by my eye. But my carefully laid plans called for a just-short-of-death exhaustion to set in only seconds after finding my seat on the plane. Delta deviously foiled those plans.
After sleeping past my alarm and awaking in the airport hotel, I had two choices: take the long bus and metro ride back to Budapest to take advantage of my few remaining hours in Hungary or join the rest of my canceled plane compadres and enjoy the BBC and complimentary dinner until morning arrived. As you have likely deduced by the fact that I am writing about it, I chose the latter option and ended up at A38. I won.
The First Annual International Invitational Croquet Tournament and Symposium was a wild success. Full of champagne, prizes, ridiculous costumes, and cake, this event will surely be talked about for generations to come. Please enjoy these photos from this glorious event.