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Who: The Shebeen Club, Vancouver's monthly literary gathering
What: Edgar Allan Poe's 170th Wedding Anniversary!
When: 7-9pm Tuesday, May 16th, 2006 (3rd Tuesday ea month)
Where: The Shebeen, behind the Irish Heather, 217 Carrall
Why: To honour the master of horrors, on this, the day of his ultimate horror. Although I'm sure the bride could say the same.
How (much)? $20 before May 12th, $25 thereafter; reservations and media inquiries: lorraine DOT murphy AT gmail DOT com.
Admission includes a Poe-tastic dinner/drink combo specially selected for appropriate thrills, plus door prizes embodying the grandeur of fallen gentility, a Poe-themed presentation, and a horribly good time!
Dress: Anything antique, anything Goth, anything shabby-genteel.
Bonus prize for anyone who turns up with an actual raven, dead or alive. That is to say that one or more of "the raven and the guest" must be alive.
Background: The Shebeen Club, a History in Press Releases
Come with us, our clothes all tatty, we're Vancouver's literati,
Writing many a quaint and curious volume of best-selling(?) lore,
As we celebrate Poe's wedding, you can join us; they're both deading,
As they both croaked long ago, long ago, in days of yore.
"Bride and Groom, long dead," Sean mutters, "long ago, in days of yore;
Missed the party, ever more."
And two ravens, never flitting, still are sitting, still are sitting
On the old Blood Alley railings just beyond the Shebeen's door;
And their eyes have all the seeming of some ghostlings that are dreaming.
And the streetlamp o'er them streaming shows their shadows on the floor;
And the Shebeen Club, under their gaze that steals in from outdoors
Shall be uplifted—evermore!
Meet & Mingle 7-7:30
Listen & Learn 7:30-8
Whispered tales of undying madness and horror, like the mortifying time you confused August Derleth with Lord Dunsany 8-whenever Berenice comes for us.
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