03/05/2026
This Friday, Alice in Appalachia will reopen its retail shop at 413 Gay Street (having taken the long journey across Artists Alley from Market Square).
Those awaiting those magical cocktails will have to wait a few more weeks however, to go Through the Looking Glass (and Into the Drinking Glass), as the transfer of the liquor and beer licenses from 18-20 Market Square will take a bit longer.
Alice in Appalachia:
Chapter I:
Down the Dag Nabbit Rabbit Hole
Alice was beginning to get very tired of sitting on the riverbank, when suddenly a scruffy white rabbit with psychedelic pink eyes ran close by her.
Alice thought it so very much out of the way till the rabbit said to itself, “Dag Rabbit Rabbit! Oh my dear paws! Heavens to Betsy! Oh my fur and whiskers!” Then it took a watch out of its waistcoat-pocket, looked at it, and then hurried on.
"Curiouser and Curiouser!" Alice said, as she followed the furry fellow across a field of angry flowers, who insulted her relentlessly (perhaps righfully, as Alice was indeed stepping on a few of them here and there). "Pardon me! Pardon me! So sorry!" she said as she ran on through the field. Even in her great haste, she was just in time to see the scruffy white rabbit hop into a large rabbit-hole under a bush in the woods. Down went Alice after it, never once considering how in the world she was to get out again.
Down, down, down the rabbit hole she fell.“Buttercup shall miss me very much tonight,” Alice thought aloud (Buttercup was her pet fluffy white chicken).
As she fell, down, down, down, Alice began to get very sleepy, then dreamy. Suddenly, thump! the fall was over.
Before her was a long passage, and the white rabbit was still in sight, as it hurried on its way. Alice followed the varmint like the wind, and was just in time to hear it say, again, as it turned a corner, “Dag Nabbit Rabbit! Oh my dear paws! Heavens to Betsy! Oh my fur and whiskers!”
When she turned the corner, she was pleasantly shocked. The Dag Nabbit Rabbit was behind a counter filled with magical things, and Alice was browsing in a long, tall shop of witty socks, complimenting mirrors and chiming clocks....
Alice had gone Down the Rabbit Hole and was now in a magical shop in Yonderland. Alice was in Appalachia.
“Would you tell me, please, sir, which way I ought to go from here?” Alice asked Dagnabbit.
“Sweetie, that depends a good deal on where you want to get to.”
“I don't much care where.”
“Then darlin, you're right where you should be.”
"But I seem to have wandered away from all the normal places."
"Well normal's not for ev-ryone and not all who wander are lost," said Dagnabbit.
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