End of an error

    So I'm shuttering Columbia's chapter of Drinking Liberally. I should have done so years ago because it went out of business even before I became the host, but for sentimental reasons I soldiered on. However, we've gotten to the point where it's just Tamara and I being in a specific space at a specific time, fielding one or two Facebook messages asking who is there. This is hardly fair to Tamara and hardly fun for me either. If people wanted to come, they would have done so by now. So it's the end. I feel mostly relieved. Oh and I suppose am waiting to be begged to carry on with promises of frequent future attendance. Not. Holding. My. Breath.