Halloween was a time-traveling trip at Amberglen's Crosstime Saloon. From Vikings rampaging with Mormans (don't worry, Mr. Smith drank only "grape juice") to ...
hitchikers and steampunkers from far off lands...
Amelia gets with Tacky.
Holiday confusion ensued.
Gone fishing...
Even big bad wolves like Sierra Nevada. This one sang Little Red Riding Hood...
And no saloon, Crosstime or otherwise, can be complete without some Bar Flies.
Saturday, November 29, 2014
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