Elizabeth Moran...always wins. Always.

( There's only two types of guys out there. Ones that can hang with me and ones that are scared. )

All of this is giving me a headache.

So someone really did buy the Bow then. I spotted a work crew head in there this morning and they're starting all of the repairs on it. Interesting....

( Hexed to Josh )

You know. I'm half tempted just to do amateur night just once so that at least when this shit comes up, I could own up to it honestly. But then again, I don't think it'd be worth the price...

Took me an hour to figure out why guys kept trying to stick money into my jeans and called me "Sparkle". So here's the deal. The next one of you to try it is going to get a very special surprise. And trust me, it'll only be fun for me.

In other news...I sat down and did the books, I don't think math has ever had the ability to make me smile more. Just saying.

So. I had an employee from Croeso walk in late this afternoon and start up, what I can only describe as an impressive tab. Well, by the time he goes to pay, he's more than a little short. So I'm about to escort him out of the bar when he offers up something else to pay his tab. Normally, when people say that it's usually a good sign for me to either get Josh, or my wand out, but he says he'd give me a free "Past Life Reading" or something. Well, maybe it was because we were so dead, or because I was feeling sympathetic, or okay I was bored out of my skull, but I let him do it. Which is saying something, because usually I find that stuff about as useful as a lighthouse in a bog. Figured what the hell, if anything, maybe I'll get a decent story and a laugh out of it. And if not, well, the back up option is always fun for me.

So what does this guy come up with for me after a few minutes of (probably drunken) concentration? A Madam in the late 1870's...somewhere in South Dakota or something, he was kind of slurring his speech. A Madam. A Pimp. With my own "boarding house". Never one of the, ah, ladies, but rather a successful business woman. Well, naturally I have no idea what to do about this. Since well, he's either making this up and trying to compliment me in some weird way, or he was telling the truth and I just missed my true calling or something. I don't know. Either way, I was amused so I gave him one free pass and took whatever he had in his wallet to cover most of what he drank. One time deal. So don't expect it to happen again.

Long story short. I'm investing in a pimp cane now.

( Hexed Privet )

Reasons why you lot should always come to the Horsemen for your entertainment purposes:

1. We are fully prepared for the Zombie Apocalypse.
2. We probably won't give you syphilis.
3. Ain't no party like a liver failure party.
4. Complimentary prostate exam with any 1 Galleon purchase.
5. Women with loose morals and questionable standards.
6. There is no sobriety. Only Zuul.
7. I put LSD in one of the bottles and I can't remember which one.
8. Your poor decision making skills are dangerously rusty.
9. A wise man once said "Yea, and thou shalt act the fool."
10. Pitcher night.

I don't remember the last time I had a full day off. It was rather lovely. I actually slept a whole hour past what I normally do on Sundays and even caught up on laundry and making it look a bit like someone actually lives in my flat for a bit. Then headed over to mum and da's for the...usual Easter traditions. Let the Moose win because it's funny to see him ossified off of his face. That and I have to be responsible and go to a meeting with a vender early in the morning, and it really does me no good to show up that hung over.

( Hexed to the staff at the Horsemen and close friends, against family )

How many times do I need to feckin' repeat myself?

Don't mess with my family. Because I we always win in the end.

I also think this is a good time to announce that daddy fixed my shot gun and she's now fully operational again. And I'm good with that, so just think of how good I am with my wand. Just something to mull over.

All right you lot. Want to see how to really get your Irish on? Come down the Horsemen and I'll show you how it's really done.

And if that's not enough to tempt you:

( Spell-o-taped in )

[Written around 5 pm]

Two guys walk into a bar....

And between the both of them they leave with broken jaws, a dislocated shoulder, bruises to the back, necks and legs, and a few minor lacerations to the face thanks to the bottle of whiskey I threw at the one guys face. Among other things. No one tries to fuck with me or my pub. Because you will get hurt. And I will laugh. And I probably have someone there with me who can do just as much damage,if not more, with me. That and the little veela I have doesn't just give me this pretty face. Once again I feel the need to remind everyone that I always win.

Also. They owe me thirty fifty quid. So on top of all that he now has a tab that he'd better pay. That was a damn good bottle of whiskey.

So...because they broke in and tried to rob me there isn't such thing as excessive force, yeah?

Well. I've heard your suggestions and I've taken them into consideration. Since the Bow is currently out of commission, and since a lot of their Saturday crowed had decided to come over here and spend their money, and started asking if I was going to pick up their Saturday activities, I think that I'm going to give it a try.

That's right, Saturday I'm hosting open mic night at the Horsemen. Please don't make me regret this. If I get a headache from bad performers, I can't be held responsible for my actions. Little brother has agreed to set up everything, so starting at 8 on Saturday we'll have our first open mic night, going to either close or whenever I run out of patients we run out of talent, which ever happens first.

In other news, we're running low on Bell's Best Brown Ale, and their Cherry Stout, so make sure you come in and try some before the taps run out!

To whoever gave the authorities the idea that I started the gas leak at the Bow, thank you. Because even though I've thoroughly proven myself to be no where near the Bow anywhere in the past...month and pretty much have proven where I've been at every second of every day in the past month, I still had to have that fun little talk this afternoon. However, your little plot, backfired. Guess a few of the patrons decided that I must have done it and decided I'm some sort of bad ass hero or something. I'm reporting the highest amount of sales in one night since opening.

So, long story short. Nice try but you forgot one little thing: I always win. Always.

I was going to hex this to just a few people, but then the list started growing. So, here's the deal. I seem to have grown rather fond of a lot of you over the years, so if you need anyone to walk to you to class, home, to the freaking store, let me know. I don't care if it's three in the afternoon or three in the morning. If its the difference between you being safe and not, then it's not even up for debate, I will be there. No questions asked.

That's just not for family and friends either. This is also extended out to my staff, and my staffs family. Doesn't matter the gender. I've got my eye out for all of you.

The next feckin' bowsie to ask me to be their bloody Valentine is going through the feckin' window.

The next person who grabs my ass is getting his ass kicked. How the hell am I supposed to survive tomorrow? I wish I could just go on the hop, but that's not happening. Why does every male in this establishment that I'm not related to treat me like I'm some feckin' scanger?

Hm. Feisty business woman a jewel thief. I think I can live with that.

Also, to the idiot who tried to leap over the bar last night and drink straight from the tap, if you ever set foot back in my establishment, you're going to pretty much regret it for the rest of your life. Trust me. I have those powers. However, on the happy side, Grandpa Bill and Mémé are coming to visit tonight! I just got the owl a little while ago she does this weird thing where she mixes random French words in the owl and I had to find a dictionary and I guess their coming around eight I'm 95% sure that's what she meant.

There's really nothing that four hours straight at the range and going through almost all of the ammo you received for Christmas and your birthday can't fix. And trust me. I got a lot of it this weekend. My godmother's kind of amazing like that.

You know who makes the most fantastic cake in the universe? My mother. You know who makes the worlds greatest Cuba Libre highball? My father. Who is having the best Sunday of the year? I am.

Now if you'll excuse me, I think I need another piece of cake. I think I've earned it. And it is the one day of year I'm allowed to indulge myself in such things. And that would be my middle name sake calling....the night is just getting started my friends...

First of all, thanks guys for the turn out on Saturday, you really know how to make a girl feel special. But out with the old in with the new, yeah? Now some of you may be wondering (and have asked) "What in the world are you going to do now that you're no longer at Waldo's or the Junk Shop?" The answer is simple my friends.

I'm opening my own pub. That's right! Thanks to a rather generous donation to the "Elizabeth needs to get her arse in gear and do something with her life" fund I will be opening up my own little establishment just down the road from my former employer.

The Four Horsemen will be open for business on Saturday, 28 January with doors opening to the public for the first time at 6:00 pm! That's just 11 days away! So grab a friend or six and come down to help celebrate what I'm sure will end up being a rather deadly night.

Okay you lot listen up! Tonight is my last night at Waldo's so you'd better get your arses down here to give me a proper send off! I don't want to be sittin' here with nothin' to do! I want to see my regulars at the bellying up tonight!

I dare say that dad just fired me. His exact words? "Get your shit out of there, and quit wasting your time." Then as I stood there wondering why exactly he was saying this to me after five minutes of being in the door he continued with "What the fuck are you still doing here?" as he's laughing. To which I said "Whatever Ol'fella." and left and then I didn't turn around and hug him. I also didn't cry. Nope. Because I don't cry..


( Hexed to David, Piper, Josh and anyone else who works at any job in a pub/restaurant )

I may or may not have just put my two weeks notice in at Waldo's. J.S. is still to be determined pending what da says.