Now I can't recall those secrets.
We did have a rip roaring good time though.
A tuxedo clad guitarist and a pianist wearing an evening gown sang sad Irish ballads and happy jigs.
Twelve year old Jameson was involved.
Sometime in the middle of the night we strolled home through the forest under an almost full moon swaying and laughing.
We became official members of the "Order of the Sleepless Knights."
Now I'm trying to remember how to drink coffee so I'll have to get back to you on gaining immediate eternal happiness and prosperity.
As soon as I recall what what it is.
I can say if you ever get invited to a Castle ... GO!
