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First few nights of NY were a bust. Bad food, comfort level at a 0, and my family consistently ditching me in the middle of the night. For a while there, I thought for sure Chuckles was trying to tell me something in his oh-so-suttlesuddlesubtle way, but I shouldn't have doubted our familial bond. Instead, he's seen fit to throw a little bit of a shindig.
So, on behalf of Charlie; SUPERBOWL SUNDAY PARTY AT CHARLES TOUSSAINT'S ... ON SUNDAY.
BYOB
And, end open invitation. (YOU CAN BRING SNACKS IF YOU WANT, I'M OKAY WITH THAT.) (WE DON'T HAVE TO KNOW YOU, BY THE WAY, BEER IS ALWAYS WELCOME.) (YOU DON'T HAVE TO USE A COASTER.)
So, on behalf of Charlie; SUPERBOWL SUNDAY PARTY AT CHARLES TOUSSAINT'S ... ON SUNDAY.
BYOB
And, end open invitation. (YOU CAN BRING SNACKS IF YOU WANT, I'M OKAY WITH THAT.) (WE DON'T HAVE TO KNOW YOU, BY THE WAY, BEER IS ALWAYS WELCOME.) (YOU DON'T HAVE TO USE A COASTER.)