...a 1/2 full bottle of Chartreuse?
AN EMPTY ONE!!!!!
|Where's the Chartreuse cow when you need her???|
|Prayers for Archbishop Carlson.|
Look at all of those beautiful poinsettias!
|You can see the side altar where the creche is located.|
|Going to the side altar.|
|My view from the choir loft.|
|Ah! An Italian dinner!|
|Salsiccia. An Italian sausage that we pronounce Sa-zee-tsa.|
We also say Pasta Gazoogoo. We're Sicialian, ok?
|No Italian meal would be complete without these.|
|Hootiecootie might know these wines.|
|And then Santa visited us at the end of the evening.|
|Wait, is this the church basement?|
|It can't be!!|
|Stop the presses! Is this the Lynch street entrance?|
|Well, nothing a little fabric can't fix!|
|I bet Canon Lenhardt can just *sense* that we are|
putting up yards and yards of fabric!
|Hey! Who let MotherCrab into the sacristy?|
|Bigfoot? Loch Ness Monster?|
|Now THAT'S a lot of beer. (The cow's out back, I think)|
|The view from the upper level.|
|The view down into the bar area.|
|Upstairs. This looks like a good place for a party.|
|Little cubby areas. The wood is exquisite here.|
|The growler you can bring home. This is their brown ale and it is delish.|