Ambrosia Dance Club

The room was packed with 60 people and Max Kleene was up on the big stage singing.  Suddenly a murmur passed through the crowd. “Is that who I think it is?”  “OMG, it’s Philip Linden!”  It was like sighting a Sasquatch!

The founder and creator of our virtual world came to visit Ambrosia and listen to the sounds of Maximillion Kleene performing live much to the delight of everyone present.  The rule restricting the use of the stages to Ambrosia Dancers was temporarily waived for obvious reasons even though it was tempting to send him hurtling into the lake of fire below Ambrosia.

By Skippy Foulsbane

Apparently, there has been some confusion over my role at Ambrosia. I’m a jack-of-all-trades, a fixer, a handyman…you call it whatever you want. I do what needs to get done. And i get it done quickly.

My primary job is to guard “the package.” What’s the package? It’s the prize possession of Ambrosia Dance Club. When a prospective dancer is completing the 7 trials to become a dancer, the final trial involves securing the package, which I hold at all times. I guard it with my life. That’s really all I should say about it. I don’t want to give away too much information.

I am in charge of the Escalade. I use it to run errands for Phil and to drive him around. I also procure things for Ambrosia, all sorts of things. You’d be surprised what it takes to run a dance club: drink umbrellas, cleaning supplies to get the scuffs off the dance floor, sledge hammers, 30 feet of rope. You name it – I can find it.

You may not see me around Ambrosia. I try to keep a low profile. But I am always there somewhere. Say hi or have a smoke with me if you see me.

It started off when Gigi declared that she had lag.  Then someone made the comment that if you take your hair off you would have less lag because hair consists of hundreds of flexi prims.  Then all of a sudden everyone decided that it would be a fun idea to have a No Hair party. Remarkably, but perhaps coincidently, the lag diminished considerably.  Could we be on to something here?

Newcomers were greeted with the spectacle of an apparent skinhead convention.  Or perhaps a meeting of the Sinead Fan Club.  Anthing can happen Mondays are the best.   The fun never ends at Ambrosia.

Sometimes when taking photos the SL viewer will play some strange tricks.  Notice Dusty is half the woman she once was in the middle of the picture.  I will leave it to you to decide if it is her better half.