Oh, but Free - you do not suspect realize that our sweet Billie and I go way back to 1998 and the days of the One & Only Original Freeper Island!
We for most of its tenure, the only women on the Island!
A group of us fled the Clinton-dominated Bad News Daze, going to an island in the Marquesas that knew no war.
Our Crew claimed it, and established Civility Rules like no other place ever known before or since..:))
There was occasional - um - discord about the furnishings of the Saloon where Billie and I constantly attempted to change the decor - including A Certain Painting on Velvet over the bar.
We - The Empress and The Princess, were humored, letting us decorate the moose head over the door.
At the Friday night luaus, she and I gave hula lessons - even the time CHIEF (accidentally?) mowed our grass skirts down to 4" just before one - had to improvise with palmetto fronds.
There were excellent verbal jousts among the men there - especially between harrowup and A1stus, the barkeeper - taking skilled 'pleasant' conversation to the highest levels known to man - or woman..:))
And indeed - we often lit upon the Flaming Threads of Latter Days with 48 feet pouncing upon disrupters/ill-mannered rogues - and hijacked them quite on purpose!
Put out many a full blaze - right, Billie?
You would have been a tremendous asset, Free!
LOL
Not to be confused with the Pool Poopy Incident which led to the destruction of the It Takes A Village Idiot to raise a Pig named Petunia who became the first torch singer in the SOPAC Saloon & Good Time Pirates' Dive who was unceremoniously ejected from her gig because you and a few of the grass skirted ones wanted to turn the damn place into a fern bar.
Petunia's revenge was to blow up the still and damned if we didn't see the arrival of the Coast Guard who put the whole place off-limits to anyone who voted for Clinton...
And that is the truth as I remember it...bear in mind we all were drifting in and out of stupendous stupors caused by that funny tea you and Billie made...