I’ve never kept a diary before but it seems all the rage, and it’s the Christmas season, and I’m inspired to record an event for posterity.
It was just another night at the Gangplank, not much different than other nights. Deep philosophical conversation about current events, investments, the current political climate, Arnold wanting to be a girl pirate cat and that sort of thing. On these heady topics we ruminated as the hookah was smoked in a communal gesture of friendship and solidarity.
As the Squire wandered to the bakery kitchen in order to make short work of the day-old pies, he called out to us. Unable to hear him clearly, I walked out to the bakery to inquire as to the nature of his hollering.
And what to my curious eyes should appear?
A cute red trolley, peeking out of the kitchen! I called to Emerson and everyone to come see.
There can be only one explanation for this: Steam Santa received my letter, and he delivered my trolley early! (I suspect that Emerson is acquainted with Steam Santa and put in a good word for me. It pays to know people.)
I’ve decided that it will be the new Gangplank office. Or a fort. One or the other.
Either way, this is already the best Christmas ever!