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“The pits are already dug,” quoth the Conde, “And an entire herd of beeves brought in from Arivaipa, fat and sassy. Two thousand tons of fresh pork and enough beer to choke a—er—choke a whale. This is gonna be a blow-out! Bring yer puke-bags, yer gonna need’em!” Little Me is packing her puke-bag—pearl encrusted, of course—right now!

Also on the public menu are: roasted tubers; tamales, both verde and roja; xocholatte chicken mole; fresh tortillas; cornbread; cowboy beans; egg fu yung; blancmange; birthday cake; and kringle. Yum!

When Little Me approached Lord Axacaya, Co-Chair for Decorating and Festive Festivities, about the theme of the Ball, the handsome mage was coy, saying only: “I don’t want to ruin the surprise, but I do believe this backdrop shall be the most cool ever!”  Sounds pretty chill to Little Me!

The Conde allowed Little Me a sneak peek at the guest list, and tho’ she has promised not to quote it exhaustively here, she can’t resist leaking a few fabulous names:

Infante Electo Abenfarax, Second Heir to the Republic, whose charms were so recently on display in The Infante Electo vs. Sandival’s Laundry and

Linens, in the Case of the Missing White Tunic

Odelie Abenfarax ov Kanaketa, the Warlord’s sweet grand-daughter, just returned from school in Anahuatl City

General Buck Fyrdraaca, the Rock of Califa

Relais Evengardia, master thespian and mannequin, currently playing in the revival of Oh Califa! at the Gaiety, and the new face of Madama Twanky’s.

The Holy Headmistress of Heaven, Archangel Bob and their putti entourage
And a special guest who Little Me was banned from naming, but who she promises will be the star attraction, never having graced such an event with such august presence before.

The  Beer and  BBQ Blowout will take place on the south lawn of Saeta House, where the tennis courts and bowling greens have already been converted to shady arbors, and roasting pits. The Ball itself shall commence that same evening. Little Me promises her readers to be everywhere at once, reporting the shindiggy shenanigans exhaustively within these pages, as soon as her headache wears off!
So--Cierra Califa, skip breakfast, put your puke-bags in your pockets and prepare to gorge! And don’t forget to wish our dear Florian Matopatos best returns!